This is not about what you think it's about.
My kids are in the tub. They just called me in, all panicked. There was a little spider on the wall in the corner by the tub. Fearless and pragmatic woman that I am, I picked it up with a wad of toilet paper and flushed it without a second thought.
SAM: Mom, why does it always recall death whenever you see a spider?
MOM: What? (This child likes to experiment with vocabulary and sentence structure, and sometimes I have to do a double take to decipher him.)
SAM: You're destroying nature, you know.
ABE: Yeah, you're killing one of God's creatures.
SAM: That's like you're really killing someone.
MOM: No, it's a bug. Does it pay rent? No. It does not belong here.
Aren't I doing a good job rearing compassionate, earth-friendly children?