Sorry! (Genuinely)

There are a few bugs I kill around my home, and silverfish are one of them.

They can be tricky little buggers as they have a great defence mechanism and if they see you coming they run in wild little random circles to escape, so I've learned to smush them hard and fast and accurately.  BOOM, gone, disposed of.

Well, the other morning there was one in my bathroom and I grabbed some tissue paper and went to smush it and somehow didn't do a good enough job and the poor thing was flailing around in circles half mushed and I felt really terrible.  I must have said "sorry sorry sorry" fifty times as I made sure it was dead, and I really did feel badly about it.  "Sorry, that wasn't a good death." I said as I flushed the thing.

I mean, it may be something I don't want around but that doesn't mean I want to be cruel about it.  And no, I'm not sure how or if it senses pain or if it was indeed a "bad death" but it sure felt like one on my end.  Le sigh.