I was cleaning out my car and it took several trips because lately I live like a pig. It had been raining and the ground was covered with juicy worms trying not to drown underground. On the last trip I wasn't paying attention and looked down a fraction too late to stop my foot. It was only a worm. But I need not have mashed it to a pulp. I was sorry I had.

i've felt the same about killing ants. if i watch them long enough i start to admire their diligence. i wonder how they feel about the job they are doing. then, after thinking to much, i have to be really careful not to kill any when i leave. i can kill the ants in my house without any remorse as long as i dont stop to watch them. especially if they fuck with my nodersnacks!