A good bug is a dead bug, same as a good snake is a dead snake. Only some religions think its bad karma to tramp on and kill an ant. I have no religion so I kill vermin. (Well not the two legged kind!)
no. only to prevent their colonization of interior living spaces, other then that, bites and infections count as trying to eat me. otherwise, everything that lives has the same right to exist as i have. anything as big or bigger then a very tiny mouse i'd rather have for a friend, or at least a tolerant stranger. if some other creature eats them, well that's alright too, because that's part of nature. but killing anything you don't intend to eat (or in legitimate and necessary self defense), isn't.
The only time I go out of my way to kill a bug is when I feed spiders. Spiders very interesting to watch when they attack.
preventing their colonization of your living quarters is a good reason. unless they're doing so, your sense of aesthetics, is not. need i point out, humans, are neither more nor less "nasty" then anything else.
Some years back occasionally I found it sporting to purchase a can of Raid: Yard Guard, then go outside on a hot humid evening while it was still light out, and knock them right out of the sky.
Not unless they are dangerous to people or property. We'll take the blue mud daubers, wolf spiders and stinkbugs outside if they get in the house. Ladybugs can be entertaining. We'll let the zipper spiders do what they want outside and we treat lightning bugs and praying mantises like royalty. Carpenter bees and those new massive German hornets seem to really like people. June bugs can be fun for the kids. Not sure why some people are scared of all snakes without distinction. King snakes, black snakes, rough green snakes, garter snakes, and worm snakes are all fine out in the yard. Children love these, especially the worm snakes.
No, if I can avoid it. And most times I can. I capture bees and wasps alive using a glass and a post card and release them outside. Flies are actually kinda cute, their legs tickle when they walk on my skin. But gnats and anything else that sucks blood are just fucking asking for it, so no mercy.
there are some i kill for a very good reason. the ones that want to chew on me. that then itch like hell that i claw holes in my skin where they bite. and then only when they either attack or are inside where i live. outside, they're bird food and not my problem. unless i'm waiting for a bus or sitting on a nice flat rock trying to sketch or read.
We live with open windows much of the year, and screens only do so much. We kill pantry moths on sight, they get into our grains, flours, & meals, and destroy our woolens, and Asian stink bugs, which are invasive and are becoming a major agricultural pest here. I'll swat a mosquito for my Beloved if indoors; she has Lupus, and an idiosyncratic reaction to insect bites. Otherwise I wouldn't bother. Having been in Alaska, Maine, and Florida, the minuscule ones we have here barely register on the Annoyance Scale.
I am now sitting here laughing about something that happened more than 30 years ago. One morning when we opened the back door to look outside at the snow covered landscape (Fairly rare in London), Christina (she was about 4 at the time) commented that the poor little spiders were cold. Throughout the morning she was unusually quiet and we were curious about her constantly running up and down the stairs. When we spoke to her, she kept mentioning those poor little spiders. Finally Jane called her in for lunch and asked her what she was doing with the jam jar. You can only imagine Jane's horror, when she sheepishly said that she was putting all the little spiders to bed to keep them warm. She was not completely stupid though, she had put them all in OUR bed, saying that they had moor room. When we went upstairs, our bed was crawling with her little spiders. They were everywhere, carpet, walls and curtains. As you must have realised, their are no baby spiders in winter, She had scooped up an entire ants nest and transferred it to our bed. We were still finding ants in the house weeks later. Needless to say, Jane never told her about the ones that she had collected back up with the Hoover.
I remember one time in the Keys somebody wigging out over a lizard in our flea-bag hotel room (old school (and long ago); a green Florida Anole, before they were all replaced by invasive Cuban Anoles). They wanted to smash it with a shoe; I stopped them; "seen any roaches since we've been here?" (Florida has palmetto bugs the size of school buses) Pointing to the lizard; "that's why".