12-02-2017, 12:02 AM
Once upon a time I woke up in a desert and I killed a beetle. It wasn't malicious, but I killed it. I felt bad about this, but I fed it's body to a hill of ants and at the time it seemed like a reasonable moral compromise.
They couldn't eat the exoskeleton or the wings, by the way. I came back later and found the beetle eaten except for the exoskeleton and the wings.
They couldn't eat the exoskeleton or the wings, by the way. I came back later and found the beetle eaten except for the exoskeleton and the wings.