The other night, there was a unfamiliar Bug in my bedroom.
I saw it, and panicked. I went to get some tissue to be rid of it.
The Bug, of course, was minding it's own business, crawling along side my wall. Yet, I was afraid of it.
I wanted it gone.
So I killed it
Without a second thought.

Later that night, I laid in bed
I started thinking about the Bug that I killed out of fear.
I thought to myself, "What gives me the right to **** something, just because I am afraid of it?"