How a Bug Reminded Me That All Life is Precious

What would you do if you were me?  Yesterday afternoon I took a short walk down the neighborhood street with my wife and young son.  They both love being outside (especially my mini-me) and I love spending time with them.  Everything seemed normal at first.

As we were walking down the sidewalk, I saw a bean-sized bug crawling by.  I didn't recognize it.  It was something I've never seen before.  It was blue and black with stringy legs.  It looked like some kind of mix of a beetle, ant, and a fly.  To me, it was strange and a little creepy. 

My first thought was to squish it.  I could have just crunched it under my shoe, but I didn't.  My thought to myself was, "Why should I?"  This little creature was minding its own business not "bugging" me in any way.  It would be pointless for me to go out of my way to approach a harmless being, as strange as it seemed to me, and squish it.  It would've been an act of senseless violence.

That's when I caught my own ignorance.  What made this bug strange to me?  Why did I think it was creepy in the first place?  It was a creature of nature that was beautiful in its own way.  I just didn't see it that way.  My initial perception of it wouldn't have justified its demise.

In that moment I reminded myself of what I already knew, but occasionally forget: all life is precious.

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