Today I killed a bug and I feel bad about it. It was a hornet flying around my office and I brutally killed it. I am allergic to bee stings and I didn’t want to take my chances. I don’t even want to explain how it was brutal, it was done so I didn’t have to get within a foot of it. I mean why was it in my office? It is 30 degrees outside, don’t bugs hibernate? And how did it even get inside?
I do not like killing nature’s things if I don’t have to but this was a special case. I am not a vegan like my friend Karen who doesn’t consume animal products whatsoever because she doesn’t believe in killing another life. I hate that I am a meat eater and that animals have to suffer in order for me to enjoy food. I could become a vegetarian but animals would still be harmed whether or not I eat their products. There is animal products in almost everything we consume everyday, from soaps to clothes to medical items and so much more. I commend my friend Karen because she reads every label on every item in order to make sure no animal bi-product is in it. I live in a matter of convenience, its lazy thinking, but I have to live with the conscience thought that an animal gave its life so I can enjoy its product.
So today I hug a tree and I will pray that the bug didn’t suffer a horrible death. I promise I am not kooky, but I don’t like anything to suffer, ok well maybe an x or two.
(MNG yellow cardigan, H&M white tee, Old Navy jeans, Madden Girl boots, handmade flower necklace)