My coworker today asked me why I won't kill any of the flies that we get in the office. One day we must have had a mass birthing because we had like 50 in the office. I spent most of the day capturing them and releasing them and she spent her time swatting at them. I didn't try and stop her and she came as close as she dared to trying to stop me. That was a couple of week ago. Today we had just two interlopers in the office and she asked, sincerely, why I wouldn't kill them. I gave her a few lame answers but the real one is that she doesn't know them like I do and she doesn't see them like I see them. I've seen a vast array of behaviors, emotions and personalities. One pretty great photographer, fairly early on in my photoging adventures, gave me the best compliment, he said that I had the unique ability to bring out the puppy in even a wasp. I see the puppy in them. And I see the fear in them when someone is trying to hurt one too. I see it as clearly as I'd see it in your face. I couldn't kill you either.