Size does matter…
When it comes to what I'll kill.
Let me explain.
I don’t mind killing…
Little things…
Like eeeny weeny ants…
When they're in my cupboard...
Or even a little bit larger ants.
But as the bugs get bigger…
My conscience kicks in.
I don’t know why I think…
Killing a fly is more OK…
Than killing a big beetle or grasshopper.
And killing a beautiful butterfly…
Seems like a crime against nature.
Why? Because it's beautiful?
So is killing something ugly OK?
And I don't mind snatching a weed out...
But the thought of cutting down a tree? No.
The other day…
A tarantula wandered into my unfinished house…
Before I discovered it…
The workers killed it…
Its body was in pieces…
Hairy legs strewn everywhere…
And, if you can believe it…
(me, who has spiderphobia)
I actually felt sorry for it.
If it had been the size of a knat…
I wouldn’t have cared.
But this tarantula was big enough to be a pet.
And now I’m wondering….
If living things are equally special…
And I’m not talking about an animal ready to kill
you…
Shouldn't killing a mouse...
Feel as bad as…
Killing an elephant?
So?
When killing living things…
What size matters to you?
