Why I Don’t Kill Insects
Bug Lives Matter
My daughter has begged me not to write this story. She says I’ll embarrass myself and readers will think I’m nuts.
But I must do this — if only for the bugs.
If a big fat fly is buzzing around my home, I don’t grab my tennis racket, whack it and sweep up the remains. I wait until the insect lands, kneel beside it and stick out my finger.