Twice. But only a little bit guilty.

The first time, I was in maybe first grade. I was walking, and, too late, I realized I had stepped on a ladybug. Considering that the memory is still with me, the guilt must have been significant.

The second time, I think I was thirteen. I was in a bug-collecting phase (which later turned into collecting skulls, just picking up bugs when it was convenient to do so), but until that point I had found all my bugs already dead. This bug was alive, though, and it was so pretty with its iridescent shell. It was a beetle. I thought it was one of those...Japanese beetles, I think they're called, that are nonnative pests. I was on a camping trip in a different part of the country, so I wasn't all that familiar with the local wildlife. Anyway, I figured since it was a pest and all, it would be okay for me to kill it. So I rolled it up alive in a pair of socks and kept it there until I got home. At which point I found out that it was not a Japanese beetle, but a dogwood beetle (if I remember correctly), and not a nonnative pest at all. So I felt bad. But not extremely bad.

like every time for me. whether its an ant thats biting me or a fli trying to get my food, i still feel sad when i kill it. i could never be in the military...

More people have been slaughtered in the name of religion than for any other single reason. That, my friends, that is true perversion.
-Harvey Milk

I kill bugs sometimes now, if I'm bored and they happen to be there.
~*~I'm a cruel kid~*~

nothing is permitted. everything is allowed.

Yes, and I freaking HATE them. D: Especially spiders.

I try not to kill them, but sometimes I do automaticaly, and I feel really bad about it. I never kill spiders because I believe they bring good luck.
Moths, on the other hand, scare me alot, or make me frustrated.
The big moths freak me out a lot, so I kill them a bit more than any other bug. I once grabbed a moth out of the air with one hand.

Sometimes we fail, and sometimes we epic fail. Either way, it's still a WIN.