Smashing

There was a bug on me in Relief Society, and I smashed it after letting out a quiet yelp. I could do this because it was crawling on my capable hand, within reach of my thumb. Anywhere else and I wouldn't have been able to reach it. As it was, I squished its dark guts out of its green body. Not exactly fair repayment for causing me to itch in various unreasonable places throughout church, a trifle harsh, but I saw no other choice. I wasn't about to continue hosting the dratted thing. So I killed it in the Relief Society room, on the Sabbath, and without significant remorse.