Since I've recovered from my headache, I thought I'd put up a new journal, so it doesn't look like I'm complaining about it for another month. |D Thanks to those who commented and wished me well. So don't believe the mood icon down there. DA won't let me change it. xo
My brother's afraid of spiders. Something about their form, I guess. Or maybe it was their venom? XD I like spiders. When I think about it, they kind of remind me of pregnant supermodels: long, thin legs holding up a swollen belly. They still look rather beautiful in a delicate way.
For the most part, I think bugs are fascinating.
This mindset comes from watching watching documentaries and movies like A Bug's Life and the Antz. In these movies, I'm constantly wondering why there are male workers in what is supposed to be a completely female population. (minus the winged males who get busy with the queens and then drop dead.)
Maybe it's because there's always an obligatory romance between two of the main characters...
And we know that the media would rather teach inaccurate biology than tolerance for same-sex relationships to children.
It reminds me of when I was small. I would squish bugs without a second thought. I even tried to fry ants with a magnifying glass when I was very little. (This didn't work, partly because the magnifying glass came from a McDonald's Happy Meal and partly because it was kind of cloudy that day.)
My situation wasn't like in the Ant Bully, where the main character Lucas was constantly picked on -- in front of his own house?! Where were his parents? -- and thus wanted to treat his own insecurities by kicking over an anthill. Heck, I would cry in the closet over bullies. I just squished bugs on impulse, but one at a time. And then, I would look at their carcasses and wonder why their antennaes still twitched. :/
But a lot of mild-mannered kids killed bugs for no apparent reason. A friend of mine, one of the kindest people I know, use to pick up daddy long legs spiders and rip off their legs.
I guess it was just interesting to have so much control over something that was smaller than you. Something that was alive, unlike toys, but wouldn't scream, or do any of the things that a cute little cat or dog would do, when subjected to the torture we put those bugs through.
Now I feel guilty killing bugs. Except centipedes and flies, which annoy me, so they had it coming. *contradicts her entire argument, rofl* 8D
I don't like killing spiders; I even name them when I see them in my room. As far as I'm concerned, Lil' Miss Muffet can kill the flies and centipedes in my room for me. But I feel sad when they disappear. :'D Was I that bad of a hostess?