From time to time, I will use the downstairs lavatory at night, flick on the light switch, only to discover a rather large cockroach on the wall. Rather than strike it with a rolled-up newspaper or spray it with insecticide, I simply leave it alone.
I know many of you will be repulsed by my reticence to destroy the creature, whilst others will admire my “Live And Let Live” attitude.
But I just can’t get worked up over a bug. Were it a mouse or other even more disgusting rodent, I might react differently. But a cockroach? In my nice suburban neighborhood?
I’m just not all worked up to kill stuff any more. And if you think I’m some sort of hippie, I’m not.
The moral of the story: Don’t be too quick to generalize.