Bianca, my rescued moth, died three days after I found her. Seems she was at the end of her life cycle. She didn't lay any eggs in the little habitat I made for her, so I put the few on the leaf I found with her in a safe spot in the yard.
As far as we know insects don't have feelings, but I think if she did Bianca would be glad I picked her up and brought her home. No living creature wants to die alone in the cold and wet on the side of the road, crushed by a passing car or a careless foot. Actually most of the ways insects die are pretty horrible, so maybe it's best she couldn't be afraid.
Anyway. I am glad I got a chance to help her, not only because she got more time, but because it served as Zen revenge for what was done to me. One more wrong in my life set right.
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