I am a hypocrite though. While I can eat a nice steak or a rack of ribs and have zero guilt. At the same time I can't put a lobster into a pot of boiling water. I usually get them to the front of back door of the house and let them out.
Last month my brother in law when to Thailand or something, and brought back a tennis racquet for me. But this wasn't an ordinary racquet. It was smaller than a full sized one. It was made of plastic, and it had a button on it that when you pushed it would send sparks out to kill innocent inserts.
While the idea is fun and novel. I wasn't sure I'd like to use it. It's one of these.
So, time did come to finally try it out when one of those really long winged ants flies into your house. The wife got me to try it out on the ant.
There were three loud pops. Really loud. The wings got blown off the ant. It crawled around, clearly dazed from the massive shock treatment it just received.
I regretted doing it, I apologised to the ant. I said I was really sorry. I regretted doing it, watching it helplessly crawl around in circles. Probably thinking "WTF happened just then?"
I promise to never use that contraption again.
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This is where we are very different, An ant that goes into my space and intends on biting me should have read the sign at the door. wingless would have been the last of his problems if it were my house.
Ants job= sneak around and eventually bite me.
My job= make the enviroment very unpleasant for the ant so it would want to move on, or the ant gets evicted, and can appeal in the next life.
I stepped on a roach last night that was attached to another roach, probably breading right in front of my house. The cheeky buggers.
I'm such a hypocrite. Still, I feel for that ant.
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