Unwelcome guest has a home for now
Every night before I go to bed I think about killing Harry. I could easily do it, as I have already killed many of his ilk. And I have the skillset, the weapons and the motivation to do so. Moreover, murder would be justifiable because he is ugly, hideous actually – with long, jaggedy legs, nasty chompers and dull eyes. And I know where he lives! Lately he hasn’t even bothered to hide when I turn on the bathroom light. He just hunkers in the corner above the toilet, apparently not threatened by my presence since I have ignored him for the last two weeks, during which time he has ...