Wednesday, 6 March 2013 @ 01:10 0 stares
I constantly find myself catching the live ones and moving them outside. That's time consuming but it has become a habit, saving these little living creatures.
It's probably because I often find myself thinking, just if we really do have immortal souls and are constantly reborn, not just a lump of meat given temporary sentience, I would like very much if a kind person saved me even if I were just a small, insignificant insect. I supposed I wouldn't have a brain big enough to comprehend these things if I were, say an ant, but it would be nice all the same.
There was a newt on my pillow the other day when I left the window open, escaping from the heat outside and there was a giant cricket in my bathtub yesterday, although I'm not quite sure how it got there.