Then there was a moment, right then, that I'll probably always remember. Inside my brain, there was a slow, contemplative person considering the problem, and there was a primeval part demanding action. It was sort of like the State Department and The Pentagon -- the Pentagon in my brain was eager to fire a missile at the intruding bug, while the State Department was considering the ramifications of creating a martyr. The Pentagon won, and I squished the bug inside my screen. The bug might have been dead, but he won. He was dead, unable to crawl away.