Poll: Religious adherence on this forum I'm a Bug Buddhist. Seriously. I'm taking my recycling to work to dispose of it because some ants started a civilization in the bottom of the recycling bin I'm suppose to take out to the side of the road every week. I keep thinking I should be a normal person and dump the ants out, but I know I can't.
I'm painting a front room and I carefully relocate a little spider who had set up shop in the corner. I consider last year when I allowed two different mother spiders to raise their tiny young in the comfort and seclusion of the back room. I groan.
The problem is that insects and spiders, especially little ones, are just so fucking amazing. All that complicated stuff packed inside a little device that can spin webs, make little underground caverns, and yes, fly. Some of them can fly.
Dangerous ones... not so much, but yes: last year I felt something on my face and I casually brushed it. It fell onto my t-shirt. It was black. With a little red spot. Shit.
I did take it out back and earnestly telepath to it that I was sorry. I crushed her.
I'm still sorry. I need a priest.