It's weird how different every person feels about animals. Some choose to kill every insect they see while others carefully tip-toe around each and every fragile anthill. Truly, it's amazing. In my biology class one day, the lab was all about genetics and fruit fly traits. It was a relatively interesting lab, however, when the experiment was done, the professor just said, "Okay, now pour the fly vials into the tub of ethanol." No, that was not a typo. I was told to put live animals into a vat of alcohol to drown them. I was appalled, and quite frankly, I was mostly enraged that no one else was appalled with me. So, as the animal activist I am, I requested to let the flies go outside, instead. Of course, the professor was indifferent so I was able to do the humane thing. However, everyone else just went the ethanol-route. I tried to plead my case, but it fell on deaf ears.
Later in the class period, a classmate laughed at me and said, "Ha, you're crazy. You really tried to save those flies? I kill them every time I see them. You're telling me you don't kill them?" I replied "No," much to his surprise. I told him I do not hurt animals that aren't doing anything to hurt me. Even if they were, I wouldn't kill them. He continued to laugh and called me a liar. He proceeded to ask, "So are you one of those people who tries not to step on those worms on the road that come out when it rains?" He asked me the question as if the answer would be an obvious "Of course I step on those worms." Again, I replied in a surprising manner and told him that I not only avoid stepping on them, but I pick them up and put them back into the grass. He thought this was the most ridiculous thing and made sure to let me know he couldn't care less.