I think this is probably better suited for IMHO than GQ.
Colibri
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I am a girl or woman, and I go out of my way not to step on bugs. Why kill something that never did anything to you?
What a curious question.
I thought this was going to be about one of those odd fetishes where women step on balloons and crush things with their heels. Surely there must be a site that specializes in women crushing bugs. Rule 34 I believe.
Hey, you’re a good guesser - this poster also resurrected a zombie thread from 2004 about weird fetishes, adding a post that her boyfriend likes watching that…
I purposefully stepped on a tiny house centipede one early morning at the cafe’. To be real, I had let its mother go free the day before, but this day, I was in a killing mood.
It was the worst day at work ever. I wrecked the eggs, burned myself bad, had the dropsies, got the frownies and it was a 10 shift.
The next one gets swept with a broom and tossed outside. 
Oh, definitely. There was one of those one-week moral panics over such “crush videos” some time ago.
I go out of my way not to step on them because they scare me.
I have never seen anything like this. Most women I know avoid stepping on bugs, alive or dead, because they don’t want bug goo on their shoes. They also avoid stepping on spit and bird poo.
Me too. I release spider back into the wild, too.
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Just a hint. If you stomp a cockroach, and you see little red dots on your sole, wipe them off before you go home. Those are eggs.
This is why I will never touch bugs.
I never go near cockroaches, alive or dead, if I can help it. When I do find myself in their (alive or dead) presence, I freak out and call for help.
Spiders are left alone to eliminate flying bugs that don’t belong in my house, unless they are especially bitey or dangerous.
Other harmless bugs that don’t belong in my house get relocated back to the wilds, assuming they serve no useful purpose for being in my house.
Ants, and destructive bugs, are eliminated immediately and whatever attracted them is cleaned up and/or fixed.
Out in the wilds, ticks and fleas are also dealt with harshly.
Brown Eyed Girl, oh that is so me only I’m getting better. I went to college in NYC and whenever I’d see a bug, I’d cry out for suitemates or anyone around. I remember seeing one and phoning a roommate to come home.
Since living alone, I’ve gotten better. I’ve moved on from calling for help to spraying the bug and asking someone to dispose of the body to managing to get the dead body into a dustpan with a broom (which takes about fifteen to twenty minutes since I freak out even when I have to remotely touch the bug’s body).
Mercy killing?
That would be the only time I would kill something - if it were beyond repair.
This should freak you out then: I once awoke to see a very large centipede crawling under my pillow. Damn thing had bitten me several times on my arm between my wrist and shoulder, which put it at least within inches of my face at one point. You better believe we beat that thing into a fine paste with a fireplace shovel after jumping out of bed at atomic speed.
Another time I awoke to my toddler son holding a dead cockroach just under my nose while I had been napping. I wish I didn’t know that dead cockroaches smell just ghastly.
You have no idea how much you’ve set me back in terms of conquering my phobia, do you? 
Well, I was hoping it would do the opposite. You see, I survived – albeit somewhat traumatized. And so would you! 
I came down the stairs at the rec center the other day to find a huge brown spider on the floor. I didn’t want to step on it because I didn’t want to get the bottom of my shoe all gooky then track spider guts across the white floor.
I TOTALLY thought about going to the front desk and asking the guy who works there to go take care of the spider (there were other people working, it wouldn’t have caused a disturbance) but I thought twice and decided not to be such a sissy about it.
I just hope to Og that the spider doesn’t come to thank me while I’m lifting weights. shudder