Surely, bugs feel when they die. Beetles that have their bodies crushed before their head can be removed of life must hear their shell choking under the weight of misplaced unforgiveness. Maybe flies still think about the things they have seen in their five day lifespan when their bodies are forever paralyzed by one of those stupid tennis racket electric killing machines. It must be horrifying to drown all because you (the bug in question) chose to crawl in front of someone’s door who doesn’t like spiders.
Do you (a person now, not a bug) think that some bugs yearn to feel like their chest is being ripped apart again and again? Do bugs remember other bugs they’ve loved, or do they even feel love for another special bug before they die?
The people that kill bugs wear some weird muzzle as they do it; it takes a lot to want to kill, and when someone does it, they should scream.
At the end of another day when legs have been lost to grubby human fingers that couldn’t mind their own business, bugs that get to live a little longer must crawl into their hole with the other bugs who haven’t died yet and exchange stories about what it feels like to be finally suffocated of life.
