We actually do the worst things to bugs - we squash em, drown em, smack em, vacuum em, cut them open. We mow em down with lawn mowers and we zap em with electricity. And we never feel bad about it, because they’re bugs. They don’t scream, they don’t cry, and they don’t beg us for mercy. Plus, we hate them anyways, ‘cause they’re always crawling all over our shit. So we kill em daily without even the slightest bat of an eyelid or the smallest twinge of our conscience; and then we go back to the TV where we’re condemning those filthy killers of humans and dogs, and we scream for their blood as well.