A Killing Spree of My Own

I've spent much of the New Year so far on a Capotathon: reading In Cold Blood all the way home from Minnesota, and then going to see Capote as soon as I'd finished. Later, I got to act out a few murderous fantasies of my own, since I came downstairs this morning to an ant invasion. As in my trailer park days, I started off squeamish and was soon crushing the little punks with my bare hands.