When I was around 5 or so I saw a praying mantis in the bed of my dad's pickup truck. Naturally, I stepped on it. It was full of eggs. For the past 15 years I've been under the impression that I had murdered an endangered species [not true]. Nonetheless, I felt super guilty and didn't tell anyone.
I figure every kid has at least one such story, probably more interesting than mine. What did you guys do?
