I just wanted to know if maybe someone else in the world feels like I do.
Today a little bug visited me on my desk. Okay, it wasn’t very little, kind of creepy and of a kind that I’d never seen before. I didn’t see any teeth or anything, so I figured he was harmless. He finally started crawling toward me, so I decided that it was time to try to get him outside.
I put him on a tissue and put the tissue on a notebook. When I opened the door to the office, the tissue caught the wind and the little bug went flying away on his magic carpet of papery fluff. As I went to go save him from the floor, a bunch of my coworkers walked through the door and they were ready to kill.
Because the bug was dark and the carpet is dark, they couldn’t see him and gave up. I got the bug to walk up on the tissue again and took him to safety—outside in some plants.
I walked in just wondering why someone thinks it’s okay for them to choose what lives and dies. I know, I know, it’s “just a bug”, but really? He was just hanging out. He didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to be here. Luckily for him, he landed on my desk because I think every other person in my office would have squashed him.
But he was just doing his buggy thing in his little buggy life. He has no idea what’s going on in our world.
Last week, another coworker decided it would be fun to kill a bug that was hanging out on the wall in the hallway. It wasn’t bothering him. It made me feel bad because I pointed the bug out, saying how cute it was. Death warrant! Poor little guy.
I just don’t see how someone couldn’t think twice about killing something, anything—just stopping a life.
So, am I crazy? Does anyone else feel like this?