>In cold blood
Last night I killed an intruder. He had been lurking behind the lace curtain by the open glass doors to the balcony. When he came into the room around 1am, I was ready for him. Shone a torch in his face and, before he could react, struck him with a metal shovel I had got from the grate in case he showed up again. He dropped to floor with a surprising heavy thud.
Emboldened, I went downstairs to deal with his mate, who I knew was waiting down there in the dark.
Damn pesky blighters hornets… But the kids are terrified of them.
This happens so often, it’s time I learned to decline the word properly: sršeň, noun (animate), masculine. Zabil jsem sršně