Get The Under Dwellers Before They Get You, a Freewrite

I don't know what came over me with this freewrite. Of course the prompt scoundrel doesn't evoke all things good and merry. But seriously?! I had to go there?

This is not another Happy New Year post. This is a freewrite about the principles of nature, over which Man has no power and can only do his part.

The scoundrel had buried his head. Only his behind could be seen above the surface, and his derriere waved at me. Wriggled I should say. It was hardly a wave. But it was a call I had to attend to, or I would be very sorry. There would be less and less of him on this side with every passing moment. I had to do something soon. So I forced back the bile rising in my throat, and approached him. Then I held my breath, shuddered in disgust, and reached for his ass.

Between thumb and middle finger, with just the right amount of fingernail, I pinched him. He wriggled all the more vigorously.

I pulled, and he slipped out easily. I crushed him between my fingers like I was squashing a Japanese beetle.

Too late, I realized I had left my other foot in the still and stagnant pool. There I found many, many more leeches, wriggling their rumps at me as they buried themselves in my flesh.

This has also been posted on HIve as an entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. The prompt was scoundrel.

Today I did my usual 4 minutes and 30 seconds of letting my mind run free. Then I spent another minute, timed, cleaning it up. Plenty more time went into fashioning this into a spiffy post (image, formatting, links etc) after my five and a half minutes of writing it was up, so there should be no belittling of freewrite posts in general. Those of you who look down your noses at freewrites might want to have a go at one yourself.

The image is a cropped version of this