Last night a
giant leopard moth was on my back window. My cat accidentally knocked him down because she comes up to the window when she wants to come inside. I carefully moved the little guy to the garage where he'd be safe. I'd hate to see something so beautiful callously smushed by my Fido's clumsy paws.
I love bugs, and I have a strange desire to protect them. Whenever I see one drowning or crossing the street, I make a point to move it to safety. I know it's a pointless endeavor, as just about everything around them could potentially kill them. My feeble attempts at keeping them from harm is more for my sake of mind.
The only bugs I don't like are flies and
house centipedes.
Fuck house centipedes.