Daddy long-legs
I have always been afraid of crane-flies. As a child I imagined they would get caught in my long hair so would run away whenever I saw one. I've never been able to bear being trapped in a room with one of these insects and, as an adult have felt compelled to kill them.
Last night I heard this one whirring around in my bedroom after dark. I switched the light on to sort him out but couldn't summon the energy to do so and slept with him still in the house.
This morning he was bumbling weakly on the kitchen floor and I automatically went to despatch him; then found I couldn't. He flopped around some more and I blipped him resting near the dishes. Then he disappeared.
Tonight I read that they barely eat as adults, living only to mate and perhaps to drink a little nectar. This change in me has come unbidden and left me feeling a little remorseful.
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