06-06-2012, 07:16 PM
Throughout my life, beginning early in my childhood, I found it rather impossible to harm or kill insects and the such. I LIVED with them, learned with/through/from them. The amount of little creatures that passed through my hands is beyond counting. I kid you not!
Beetles, spiders, grasshoppers, crickets, slugs, snails, centipedes, worms, caterpillars (and butterflies; but I'd release them once metamorphosed), etc, etc, etc. I knew everything there was to know about them. I farmed them! I mean, I built natural colonies for them (a different one for each species) where they'd be fed on a regular basis and be free from the harm of any external sources. (I also had 2 tarantulas and 1 scorpion as pets who lived inside the house.)
I admit, though, I never had the same relationship with roaches; probably because they were such shady creatures: you'd only find them scavenging the kitchen or the bathroom at night when everyone was asleep; and once you'd turn on the light and came in, they'd scatter away and disappear from sight! They never stayed to chat not even for a moment.
But I never killed them. In fact (this might sound slightly weird), every death I witnessed, I personally suffered. I didn't get it how humans could so easily and pitilessly squash these little creatures without the tiniest bit of remorse. It was beyond me. Totally beyond my possibilities of comprehension. (Many years later I was to find out I was an "empath" and that's why I took it upon myself the need to "share" the pain of animals and trees.)
I always had to interfere, whenever possible, between the human and the insect, in order to ensure the continuation of its incarnation (I wonder how much of an infringement of freewill I was making...). This often felt like a burden to me (but it was my responsibility, you see) to secure these creatures from the human, and safely transport them outside the house.
But anyway, I digress!
I really like moths!
Oh, yes, if ye be wondering: I lived in a fantastic home with a beautiful lush garden full of plants and trees (we had at least 7 different species of fruit-bearing trees and over 50 pine trees—we also had a willow and many vegetables), it was a very rustic place abundant with all sorts of life-forms (I've also had lizards/iguanas, turtles, snakes, frogs, bunnies, dogs and even armadillos as pets at one time or another).
Beetles, spiders, grasshoppers, crickets, slugs, snails, centipedes, worms, caterpillars (and butterflies; but I'd release them once metamorphosed), etc, etc, etc. I knew everything there was to know about them. I farmed them! I mean, I built natural colonies for them (a different one for each species) where they'd be fed on a regular basis and be free from the harm of any external sources. (I also had 2 tarantulas and 1 scorpion as pets who lived inside the house.)
I admit, though, I never had the same relationship with roaches; probably because they were such shady creatures: you'd only find them scavenging the kitchen or the bathroom at night when everyone was asleep; and once you'd turn on the light and came in, they'd scatter away and disappear from sight! They never stayed to chat not even for a moment.
But I never killed them. In fact (this might sound slightly weird), every death I witnessed, I personally suffered. I didn't get it how humans could so easily and pitilessly squash these little creatures without the tiniest bit of remorse. It was beyond me. Totally beyond my possibilities of comprehension. (Many years later I was to find out I was an "empath" and that's why I took it upon myself the need to "share" the pain of animals and trees.)
I always had to interfere, whenever possible, between the human and the insect, in order to ensure the continuation of its incarnation (I wonder how much of an infringement of freewill I was making...). This often felt like a burden to me (but it was my responsibility, you see) to secure these creatures from the human, and safely transport them outside the house.
But anyway, I digress!
I really like moths!
Oh, yes, if ye be wondering: I lived in a fantastic home with a beautiful lush garden full of plants and trees (we had at least 7 different species of fruit-bearing trees and over 50 pine trees—we also had a willow and many vegetables), it was a very rustic place abundant with all sorts of life-forms (I've also had lizards/iguanas, turtles, snakes, frogs, bunnies, dogs and even armadillos as pets at one time or another).
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