Who needed mothers? Puh. Who needed stupid brothers, or weak sisters? Nuisances anyway. Who needed territory? Bugs was everywhere.

It was all lies. The things they said about needing family and home and stability. Lies, lies, lies. 'Cause she was there, and she was fine, and she was always going to be fine. Everyone else could just be forgotten.

It was one of those rare times that Boring was rested (yay!) and more-or-less full (fortune of fortunes!). Yeah, she was a scrawny, malnourished thing with scraggly fur because she didn't know she was supposed to clean herself--or how to do it--and rejected the idea anyhow because it reminded her of mothers, brothers, and sisters.--but life was relatively good for her.

So she decided to do the logical thing. Find another bug and start practicing with it. She could eat it when she was done.

Bat. Swat. Tap-tap-tap. Pounce, jump, flip. Learn all those important super-fighting skills on this poor critter. HAH!