I asked myself this the other day: Why do I have empathy for most animals, but when it comes to insects, I just don’t give a single fuck? If I accidentally stepped on a kitten I didn’t see, I’d be emotionally fucked up. But when I step on a snail I didn’t notice until hearing the crunch, I don’t feel bad in the slightest.

It’s not because they are pests, I don’t think. I don’t like killing mice and rats, either and opt for non-lethal means of removal if and when I have a problem with them in my home. But I’ll straight genocide bugs in my space.