I grew up in Australia so I say if the bug isn’t big enough to put a saddle on or you can’t tell if its grimacing at you- then leave it be.
But I live in a household with 2 teenage girls and a high femme, all of whom go from being
Lara Croft to
chair climbing, high pitched, eye closing, arm waving, mob bosses demanding that “it” die the moment a spider crosses their path. I’ve often thought about sending a note to their math teacher, asking why the teenagers believe that something smaller than a piece of rice is actually “at least 6 inches round”.
My femme, she is a little better, but put an earwig near her, and she makes the teenagers look like bouncers at a leather bar.
