I saw a baby lizard. It was beside my bathroom mat. It looked like it just hatched from an egg – that small. It's tiny and white and cute. I wanna squish it, I wanna squish it, I wanna squish it because it's cute.

I kicked the mat pushed it a bit but it didn't seem to move. I kicked it again and it moved but I wasn't sure if it's just because I kicked the mat. I kicked the mat again and it moved a little bit again.

I was restraining myself really hard not to step on it. I kept telling myself, "leave it alone, leave it alone." But at the back of my mind, I kept thinking, "I wanna squish it. I wanna squish it." Even until now, as I type here, I'm still thinking of wanting to squish it.

I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. Because squishing it makes nice sounds and killing it is fun. ?