BUGS


I'm a hypocrite. I hate being a hypocrite. But I can't lie. I HATE BUGS. I admit, I've killed many bugs in my lifetime. I've never enjoyed killing bugs, but I've done it. Sometimes I'll justify it by saying to myself, "well, it could bite Gypsy (my dog) or Mafia (my cat) in the middle of the night" so I have to kill it. That's definitely a good enough reason but the most contributing factor to why I've killed bugs is simply because I think they're gross and I'm afraid of them. They're sneaky and silent and they come in all different shapes and forms and sizes and most of them bite. When I think about bugs I get the chills. Sometimes I gag or dry-heave when I find a tic on my dog. Tics are THE GROSSEST OF ALL BUGS, besides COCKROACHES. 
If I could ask God a question, it would be about the creation of tics and cockroaches. What is their purpose? Do they matter in the circle of life? Because they don't appear to have any positive qualities whatsoever. 
Spiders, maybe... but then why make them so creepy? I would love to be friends with spiders because in a weird way I like them. They create beautiful designs with their webs but it's kind of sadistic the way they kill their prey. 
Ants are pretty amazing when it comes to TEAM-WORK, but where is their position on the life-chain?
Maybe I should google it.