Semi-autobiographical post. I would spend many hours destroying and dismantling bugs, as a child. I occasionally step on them, though I don’t go out of my way to do so, being a bit squeamish. Now, my teen kids ask me to ‘deal’ with insect situations – they are both not fans of bugs. I never kill them, choosing instead, to release them to the mercy of birds and other predators. Of course, the insect redress may never reach a balance – the scale still tips heavily with the many bugs I dispatched in childhood!
A bit of silliness. You didn’t come here to be educated, after all. Some cultures value a blank expression, as it keeps your secret feelings intact (the Japanese side, me). On the other hand, there is my all-too expressive English side, where there is no subterfuge. Mum goes through hundreds of facial expressions in a minute – it is close to aerobic exercise.
He IS smarter than the average bear, y’know.
I get it. A lot of merch goes out the door. Just don’t hover over me like an airborne toxic event. It makes me anxious. And when I get anxious, I BUY things.
Metaphorical or real – always go with real. Lesson learned, sigh.