I decided to kill them. I planned my day around it. I sat in a chair early in the morning slowly eating dry toast in my breakfast nook and I watched them out the window. I watched them from the shadows. I counted down the minutes they had left to live, their hour glass a grim dry piece of toast that steadily vanished behind my gnashing teeth. They bent and danced in the yard. Their idiot yellow faces turned towards the sky as they smiled with their offensive never ending smiles. They clapped and sang in a chorus of embarrassing ignorance. Nothing but crumbs now on my plate. I carefully folded my napkin, adjusted my shoe laces and stepped out into my yard. They…