There are times when I'll kill an insect without any hesitation, an instant reflex, no waffling just a pure moment of motherly protective instinct followed by an immediate continuation of the task at hand. And then there are times when I wait a second too long, contemplating the potential and real beauty of the creature crawling along in all its biological splendor, its life span and the precarious balance we have in our delicate ecosystem. If the latter situation occurs, and I rationalize that the creature should die and I kill it, an inevitable and light wave of guilt passes over. Why the difference when sometimes it's the same insect?
There are times when I'll kill an insect without any hesitation, an instant reflex, no waffling just a pure moment of motherly protective instinct followed by an immediate continuation of the task at hand. And then there are times when I wait a second too long, contemplating the potential and real beauty of the creature crawling along in all its biological splendor, its life span and the precarious balance we have in our delicate ecosystem. If the latter situation occurs, and I rationalize that the creature should die and I kill it, an inevitable and light wave of guilt passes over. Why the difference when sometimes it's the same insect? 
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