Dragons, Dragons, Dragons

Dragons are everywhere these days in my life. Dragons in The Hobbit, dragons in The Faerie Queene, and now Netsnake (also known as Netscape) has been dubbed the the online dragon (it does eat a lot of posts and probably sits on some jewels). In real life my dragons are metaphorical, or in the shape of large six-legged creatures.

I am now in charge of killing the bugs in my house. I do not like this task, as I have an irrational fear of creepy-crawlies, but I have harnessed my fear and turned it into wrath. Whenever a bug dares to invade the household, I am summoned. I come with my weapon of choice, a broom, chosen for both is strength and flexibility, plus it allows me to keep a certain distance from my prey. In an emergency, I grab the broom from the fireplace set, whose heft makes up for its shorter length. I stealthily approach my prey, raise my weapon, and then in my best imitation of the charge of the Rohirrim, yell "die! die! die!" with each deadly blow. Then, I use my conveniently chosen weapon to sweep up the carcass into the dustpan and carry it at arm's length to the trash can. The children find this all quite entertaining and have taken to imitating me.