I hate killing things. I get wasps on the porch here. Usually
  just one. He buzzes around, flies close to take a look at me,
  then sits on the screen.

  Well, I don't like getting stung.

  So, I quietly tiptoe over to the can of spray, sneak over to the
  wasp and kill it.

  Then I apologize.

  I don't say, "Why did you make me kill you?" but rather, "Sorry
  I had to kill you."

  I even apologize to the mosquitoes. Sometimes. At times, I get
  mad at the whole species and refuse to apologize. Call me an
  insectist.

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