I had one of those moments where a certain truth becomes real to you in a matter of seconds. It happened as I was enjoying a late night Oatmeal Pie and a new book. I was sitting there on the couch and I saw a little black thing scurrying across the floor. I imediatedly jumped up and found something to squish it with. After desposing of the unwelcome creature I began to wander why I killed it. Now don’t tune out thinking I am one of those people who refuses to kill any bugs. The point is that I killed it out of fear. You see, recently the vacant apartment below us was found with a roach problem and our landlord had some pest control people come and spray both the infested apartment and ours. Now the techniques of the pest control company (which shall remain unnamed) were horrible so I wasn’t confident in their roach killing capabilities.

In fact I am pretty sure that they probably killed all the roaches in the apartment below us, and any other living creature in the unit. However, I was able to keep the pest control technician from spraying the pesticide, which he said was as safe as water, on every surface in our house. But anyways, back to the point… I didn’t know what the creature crawling across my floor was. If it was a lady bug or lightning bug I would have probably scooped it up and put it outside. However, the fear of letting our apartment be inhabited by even one roach-like creature drove me to kill the booger. So… then I thought about the TV show ‘LOST’, and how they have come to suspect and even sometimes kill anyone whom they did not know. And it was at this point that I realized that my ignorance of the creature birthed my fear, and that is when I realized I am not as far away from people in history who have committed the worst autrocities as I thought I was.

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