Spiders, Day 172

Lately I've been going to extremes with this whole respecting life, not wasting things, simplicity track I'm treading. I cannot kill bugs anymore and I feel badly when I do, really REALLY badly. I rescued a yellow jacket from my kitchen a few weeks ago. I also rescued a little black beatle from our living room. And I have just been letting the bugs in my basement live there happily. I killed a spider that was in our tent at cornerstone and I felt horrible about it. I also rescued a few bugs that had made there way into the tent. I genuinely feel awful if I'm the cause for anythings demise. This is getting bad.