Haunted

I incurred the mummies curse for spitting on the floor of his tomb. I had some grit in my mouth, and I guess I’m a shitty archeologist. So the ghost of every bug I ever killed started to haunt me. Every fly swatted, every ant lured into a black plastic trap. Every mosquito that bashed against my windshield. That seemed unfair, more the mosquito’s fault than mine. Do you know how many spiders you eat in your sleep? Hundreds. It could be worse, it is just the bugs. I once hit a kid with my car and fled the scene.