FIRST MY ARM in an arc, and then the bee burst and lay ruptured, opened, entirely unhuman on the kitchen floor, as if my body and my mind had nothing to do with me at all. Angela’s allergic. My wife too. But I know what I look like. Go ahead and do your worst when you put me in your imagination. I am a large and ugly man, but I not deserve to kill anything.
Moments later, looking at the black body against the blackness of the dustpan, I saw it was not even a bee, but an ordinary housefly.
Meanwhile, my mouse epic raged.
“Live and let live,” I told Angela and my wife.
“Dog eat dog,” my wife said back.
We regarded the sounds in the walls. We agreed we had nothing against mice and sharing the wealth. But still, I could see there’d come a point. After a month the dog
