He thought he could sneak into my house and not get caught? Poor little thing didn’t realize he was trespassing in a giantess’s domain. I caught him, took him out to the balcony, and teased him with a drop straight to his doom… or maybe a one-way trip down my throat. But I decided to have a little fun first. I flicked his helpless body, played with his most vulnerable spots, then made him rub himself all over my worn white socks. He thought it was over when the doorbell rang? Not quite. Into the mason jar he goes—no way out, just enough air. And because I’m not completely heartless… I left him a little spit to sip while I’m gone. Let that keep him company.
