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I went back to check on the bug in the bath.
I made sure to open the door slowly and quietly, and peer in to the spot where the bug was before.
This time it had moved, but only to the other side of the bottle.
"hey," I spoke, meekly, "Just makin’ sure you’re okay in here."
I looked away for a moment, but quickly looked back. It wasn’t moving at all.
"okay, well bye then"
I shut the door silently, again.
I was a little parched a moment ago, so I got up from my desk to head to the washroom so that I could fill up my glass. And it was fine, I tested the water until it became cold enough. But then I turned my head to look toward the bathtub.
Upon doing so I spotted a large insect, winged, resting on the side of a shampoo bottle.
"Oh." I sighed softly.
It hadn’t moved at all since I started looking at it, and by this point my glass was filling with water. I wasn’t just going to leave without the water I needed so I maintained eye contact with the insect. Now, I’m not petrified by insects but I sure don’t like having them around me, so when my glass was finally full of water I closed the tap slowly. I had been processing my next course of action which would be to close the door on the insect so that I could trap it in there and someone else would find it.
"I’m just gonna," I muttered, "I’m just gonna close this here door, and I won’t deal with you, today."
And that was that.