I don't think bugs die of old age. I'm saying, I don't think anyone gets to go peacefully in the insect world. You're bitten by a spider and your insides turn to soup, or another bug lays its eggs on you and when the larva hatch they eat you alive, or some little boy frys you with a magnifying glass, or one certain little boy named T.J. puts sugar out on a paper towel so you and a couple hundred of your friends come and then he lights the paper towel on fire, or you get jabbed through with a metal hook and are plunged squirming into water for a fish to eat, or you are sold by the bag and fed to lizards, or you are sold by the bag but opened in a high school hallway as a senior prank and are then vacuumed up, or you are stepped on, or a long sticky tongue bursts into your home and sweeps you into a darkness of digestion, or a kitten rips to shreds just because you were a moving object, or you happened to big enough to serve as a target for a BB gun, or the female eats you after you've mated, or rainwater forces you above ground until the sun comes out and you wither and die on the sidewalk, or you can get a fungus infection and become mummified as mushrooms grow out of you - I saw a picture. You can go the way of the Venus Fly Trap, the Bug Zapper, Raid, the Army Ant swarm...the list is indefinite. Basically you're not going to go in your sleep.
I'm not trying to elicit sympathy for these creatures. Do they even deserve a peaceful death? They'd lay their eggs in your brain if they could. We all know what happens when the tarantula grows to 50 ft. - bad day for the small town. Trust me, bugs don't care about you; so don't feel too bad about them.
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