What's the biggest thing you've killed?
A spider, mouse or hare? I once killed a man, stood and dropped him there. Without a care.
But he was a small man. No family or friend, no burrow or web.
What's the biggest thing you've killed? Did it know or even care?
Caught in the headlights or trapped underfoot, or did it look you in the eye with relief and thanks?
I killed a man once, and it was like treading on a shell - inhabitant long departed, picked off by hungry crows.
