This is a true experience that has happened to me over the last few days and l thought it would be nice to share, especially with everything as it is at the moment.
About 4 or 5 days ago whilst in the bathroom l noticed a tiny insect inside the bath, about half the size of a ladybird. Over the space of the day he had obviously tried numerous attempts at climbing up the inside of the bath only for me to discover him back at the bottom later that day.
The next day, he was still alive. I considered taking him out the bath but part of me thought there was not really any point as he was such a small creature in such a big world that it was inevitable he wouldn’t survive long anyway. So, l left him there. Next morning there he was, still trying to get out the bath! I went with my heart, as l always do, and carefully took him out the bath and placed him on the windowsill. I just thought that would help him.
This morning l looked at him and he appeared lifeless. I moved him, and there was nothing. I could only assume that without food or water he had eventually just died. I felt guilty that l hadn’t made the effort the day before to go and put him outside in the garden where he belonged and would of stood more of a chance of surviving maybe. So, l felt the least l could do was go and put him there now, return him to nature. I got a piece of tissue, scooped him on to it and headed downstairs. I got outside by a small plant and when l looked down at the tissue, he had moved and he was alive!! I carefully placed him next to a tiny weed and made sure he wasn’t on his back then went inside. 5 minutes later l went back to have a look and he had gone, back to nature where he belonged. Hopefully able to find food and continue his life even if for just one day more.
He was such a tiny creature in such a big world but he kept fighting.
