Reply and another bug crush story.
10-Aug-98 10:13:58

And I like to watch out for women who are watching out for hapless insects when they're walking! ;-)

Actually, it's more the way she steps on a bug that I was thinking about... rather than a violent stomping, I like to see women crush insects by casually stepping on them as they walk (either without noticing them or, like you, by spotting them and changing course to squash them).
Or if there's an insect crawling by while she's standing still, I like to see her place her foot on him and press him flat, slowly twisting him into a grease stain.
Also, if she says anything to the little victim, that's a bonus too. Not swearing or yelling abuse at it... not really into that sort of thing, but more like talking softly to it, almost sensually if that's the right word.

I was once sitting outside the office I work in reading the paper, and there were several women outside having a smoke break. A black beetle crawled by and one of the women (mid 20s, long black hair, wearing a knee-length summer dress and black pumps w/3" heels) said, "Oh, what have we here?" and she put her foot down in front of it. The beetle turned around and tried to go another way, but the woman kept blocking its path with her foot, saying things like, "Oops, can't go that way either!" and "Be careful, little guy, or you might get hurt!" The other women giggled at her performance. Meanwhile, I was sitting there trembling, seeing this going on only a few feet away from me.
After they finished their smokes, she paused, looking down at the little beetle.
"What do you think?" she asked her friends. "Should I step on 'im?"
"YES!!" I screamed in my mind. Her friends just shrugged, as if they couldn't care less. The woman tilted her foot on her heel as she toyed with the idea.
"Oh, why not," she said. My heart skipped several beats. "Bye-bye little guy," she said softly, and lowered her shoe onto him. I heard the beetle crunching under her foot as she pressed down on him. Her heel lifted up and she twisted back and forth a couple of times. She stepped off him to survey her handiwork (footiwork?) and smirked, seeing his little body squashed flat inside a wet patch. With that, she turned and followed her friends back into the building.
Yoikes, what an experience that was!