It's on the door frame next to me. It's moving up and down kind of pointlessly, I'm not sure what it's planning on doing. One of my first instincts is to squash it, but why would I do that? It hasn't done anything to me and even if it bit me I could hardly blame it. It's not like I would react any differently if something so large in comparison was close to me. Mind you I would probably hide. This little bastard is just kind of sitting there. I don't even like killing mosquitoes.
One of my nastiest childhood memories is when I was out on a boy scout trip as a kid. I found a little newt, one of those brilliant orange ones with the spots. We were moving on and I had to get rid of it so I put it in the water to see if it could swim. It could, but all of these fish started taking bites out of it, and my uncle said something along the lines of "good job, now it's going to get eaten, why'd you do that?" It was just a newt, they were all over the place, but I felt terrible about killing it. I try not to step on caterpillars, swat flies, and I'll probably crash into a tree swerving at some point in an attempt to not hit a silly little bird.
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When I was taking driving lessons, a bluebird flew directly in front of the car. I panicked and went to hit the breaks, but the driving instructor yelled, "KEEP GOING, KEEP DRIVING". I hate birds, but I felt terrible being forced to kill one.
I realized that I shouldn't stop in the middle of traffic, but that bird didn't deserve to die. Hence another reason I'm terrified of driving.
I've never liked bugs, but birds and newts are a completely different story... Poor little things.
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