Life Lesson #3X (I'll figure out what number I'm on later):
Just because you [i]think[/i] it needs saving, doesn't mean it [i]does[/i].
Two days ago, I saw a pseudoscorpion or like-creature, a creature that I long ago decided to find info online about, and found it to be a rather useful bug to have around the house, since its main diet consists of bugs much smaller than itself that are rather annoying to humans. Usually, I'm in the habit of taking every insect-sized creature outside, when found inside, but these bugs I usually leave alone. I should've done so in this case as well.
This particular bug is, unfortunately, also a very scary-looking being which doesn't help its lifespan at all when humans come into contact with it. Thus, two nights ago, when I saw it running towards a floorboard as my sister walked down the hall, I felt it was up to me to capture it and take it outside, when I should've just left it alone (since it was already almost to the floorboard.)
I took out a plastic bottle (the top had been cut off and lined with tape, so that it more resembled a cylindrical vase) and attempted to capture the creature. Alas it was too swift-moving, and I ended up killing it by mistake.
Those of you who do not care about bugs may think me a bit obsessive in this matter. Unfortunately, I care about most forms of life, and although I despise mosquitos and flies, I do my best to avoid killing living creatures.
Thus my mistake brought out the realization that you can't always predict what's going to happen, nor what the best course of action is.
[Well, looking back on the story post below, it turned out better than I thought, so in the post that follows this, I may be eating my words just slightly, since its topic will be about the difference between professional fiction (researched, plotted, characters fleshed, events described, etc) and everything else (story is thought up as it goes along.)]