I’m not a violent person, but there are several kinds of bugs that bring out the exterminator in me. Right now, it’s ants and mosquitoes. I just don’t see their purpose.
In general, my philosophy about creepy crawlies such as spiders, beetles and snakes is that — and my kids know what I’m going to say before I say it — “everyone has to be somewhere.” It’s the Buddhist in me, I guess. While I don’t necessarily want these insects or snakes in or near my house, I also know they’d rather keep to themselves and not bother anyone, unlike ants and mosquitoes whose sole point in being seems to be eating crumbs and sucking blood.
In Colorado, ants would erupt from the cracks in my concrete or jam pile in my garden on occasion. But never did they stray inside. Here, they seem to think they can invite themselves to my desk. Not really a bother, until they start bubbling up around the floor trim and a brave soul or two finds their way into your shoes and up your leg. Yuck!
An argument could be made, I suppose, that at least ants teach teamwork. What do mosquitoes have to offer? Near as I can tell, all they do is whine, make you itch and pose the possibility of disease.
Again, I don’t tend toward easy anger or physical retribution. But I sure do get great joy from killing mosquitoes and vacuuming up ants. Let the bug season begin.