This post is so me. !!
I was always the super-sensitive child who cried when we passed roadkill in the car and buried dead bugs in jewelry boxes. When I got older (don't laugh) and got to college, I actually started stopping when I saw an animal (unsquished), just to check and make sure it hadn't just been hit and needed help. I became vegetarian in 8th grade and upgraded to vegan in college--it just felt right! I'm no longer vegan (or vegetarian), but am making my way back--it just feels right.
These days it's a challenge to get my beau to use cinnamon instead of Amdro on the ants that sneak in, he just wants to dump poison on the hill because he's afraid they'll start building nests inside our walls. Fortunately we also have four cats who are great little hunters, which means I don't have to worry much about bugs getting into the house, or staying long.
