Suppose you had a friend who really, really hates bugs. And that friend has hired you to kill the bugs in her ofice for years and years. Suppose your friend yells “Raaaaachel!”, every time there’s a bug. And you go kill it. And remove it from the premises.
And suppose one day your friend was at home with sick kid while waiting on a plumber to arrive. While she’s at home, you have a sudden need to borrow the bottle of alcohol she keeps in the bottom left hand drawer of her desk. (The rubbing kind, not the drinking kind.) And just suppose that, as you were leaving the office after replacing the bottle, you notice movement next to the wall. You look closer and It turns out to be two bugs. Copulating. Two big, shiny, bugs with crunchy black shells. Goin’ at it.
Would you just turn out the light and leave and hope your friend never reads this blog post?