Then on the way out I bobbled the cup, she got out and I accidentally stepped on her

Spent the rest of the night tossing and turning because I felt guilty about it

Like I realize in the scheme of things this is very small and insignificant but

I go out of my way not to step on bugs, or kill them in any way, because the idea of hurting something so much smaller than myself, filling the last moments of its life with impossible amounts of fear is

I dunno, I just don't wanna cause that

can I just say I wish I had you as a roommate over all the cohabitants I have ever had

I have been asked, no, ordered to kill bugs so. Many. Times.