You really think it’s worthwhile getting outraged over someone who you don’t even know killing a single bug? You told this person to fuck themselves, and told her husband to fuck himself, and said they should never have children? Seriously? What kind of fuckwit blows a gasket like that over such trivia? I mean, seriously, what the fuck is the matter with you?
I read the OP, and that’s what informed me you were pathetic.
OP, how do you even exist and function in the world, if this is what makes you apoplectic? Seriously, I think this is a parody. Of what im not sure but definitely something. Its gotta be.
I used to raise insects when I was a kid. Praying mantises are amazing creatures, especially when they catch and eat their prey (including their famous sexual cannibalism). The only time they were a problem was when I left an egg case in my bedroom and it hatched, causing the entire house to be filled with hundreds of tiny mantises. Parents were not amused.
If I discovered a mantis on my balcony, I’d gently return it to the wild. But if someone else wanted to kill it, no big deal; it’s only a bug. There are bigger things to get upset about.
I think I killed more bugs yesterday just driving from the hospital back home I certainly killed them more casually. Are we supposed to swerve for every mosquito now?
That’s probably why it was there since it sounds like there’s a huge bug problem in their place. It is pretty dumb to kill something that was actually helping them.
I get it, we’re dumb. It may interest you to know that my wife told me she thought it was yet another, larger kind of roach. When the roaches come back two weeks after you took your kitchen apart, bombed it, cleaned everything, and put it back together, you kind of tend to see everything as a roach.
Fuck, I had bedbugs once, and I killed 'em with abandon. I would not have cared who criticized me for it. If there were a law against it, I would have killed them anyway. If I were thrown in jail for it, at least it would have (hopefully) gotten me away from the bedbugs.
OTOH, I killed a lot of bugs as a kid. Later, I felt guilty about that, it seemed pointless and the world’s supply of non-human animals isn’t exactly increasing. These guilty feelings might have amounted to wasted time that replaced getting laid or smoking joints at concerts, I will never know. In any case, there was a kind of karmic backlash to killing all those bugs.
I don’t think there can be much karmic backlash for killing one praying mantis though. I guess if Spectre’s wife gets pinned down by some kind of Mothra that eats her head, we’ll know that was it, and that karma has no sense of proportion.
I explained that I found the instinctual “What the fuck is that? Stamp on it it quick!” attitude sickening. It is sickening.
The life of one bug is of no consequence whatsoever, not even to the bug.
Am I outraged? I don’t think so. Have I blown a gasket? Nah, it would be quite a bit more obvious. Did I say the couple in question should never have children? Nope, that’s just your clumsy misreading of common-or-garden words (quick, stamp on them!)
I must confess that I am at a loss to understand how you can find my distaste to be unworthy of expression, but somehow your derision at my distaste, well that’s just got to be said.
Two? Two fucking inches? Christ, you must have been shaken to the core, you probably should have nuked your appartment from outer space. Just to be safe.
I forgot to say, how the fuck could two adults be unable to identify a praying mantis when they saw one?
I suppose the vermin-ridden hovel that you live in now must be a bit of a step up from the deep and dark cave you were previously living in.
You know, you’re right. You didn’t actually say that Spectre of Pithecanthropus and his wife shouldn’t have kids. You just said he should fuck himself for marrying her and possibly reproducing.
You do have quite a point. Just wear a hat and no one will laugh at it.