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Well first one is my grandma's story she told me. She used to have this roach that would pop up on the counter every now and then. She would give him a little food and he would take it then go home. She talk to him and stuff tell him he is fine as long as he doesnt have a family. Well a few days or weeks pass. And one day she opens a drawer that he would go into, in the back of the drawer was a group of roaches bundled in the corner. So of course she killed him and his family befor they could take over the house. But the story shows that he was just trying to feed his family. Kind of hit home and changed my view on bugs in general. She had a lot of views about the universe and life and how GOD made it all in a beautiful way. Really opened my mind.

So now onto my story. Short prologue, I took my xbox to a friends house which was infested with roaches and they hijacked my xbox. So I ended up bringing some home with me. Well one of them was a gold coated roach. I went to go stomp it one day and stopped short. As I went rah and it scurried away. Well I would fake stomp it and it ended up not running anymore. One day too get back at me, I was eating in my room and in between me eating and watching something on my computer it jul on my fork and I jsut noticed it before eating it lol so I jumped and screamed and it ran away. Took it as it playing with me and trying to freak me out. I jsut imagined it saying "hi" then laughing manically as it scurried away lol. Well the roaches never left my room and they also jsut stayed in my electronics. Well eventually we moved to my uncles house and they became a problem. My uncle told me I had to kill them. So one time I was in my room crying cause I kind of grown attached to goldy. Well goldy went to go see what was wrong and got on a night stand so I could see it. Like it just wanted dme to know that it was there. So I went to go smash it and stopped before I did. Goldy never ran away. But I had to so u pulled it together and then time smashed it, only smashed the bottom half as it started running around in pain from my failed assassination. Then I smashed it multiple times. Cried really hard after and I still do sometimes when I think about it. I could ahve jsut taken goldy outside and down the street or something. Instead I chose to kill a insect that built a relationship with me and trusted me.

So long story short, I feel they can learn and build relationships. They understand to an extent and can feel empathy. So now I try my best to take bugs outside if I can, if they keep coming back I jsut kill them. But I do feel bad about it everytime.

Sorry for the TL:DR

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