The Showering Firefly

got into the shower as he’d done a million times before & down below in the bottom o’er where the tub meets the floor, there was a black bug making its way to crawl up the man’s leg, and for a minute (before squashing it) he hesitated, rather than stomp him away--- he wondered just how long that bug’d been roaming round the tub, he wondered how much longer that bug thought he had to go, he deliberated that bug’s usefulness in the “greater scheme of things,” while at the same time excogitating his own complete lack of meaning & so rather than crush out that bug’s last breath of life, he made the effort to avoid him whilst scrubbing & shampooing that night.