One day, when I was walking home from the shopping district by my parents' house, I found this massive brown moth, a Polyphemus moth to be exact, it was dead, and I felt so sorry for it. I'm actually very scared of every bug to ever exist, and it's only on rare occasions that I will come even close to touching one. That day though, I was feeling very brave, and this moth was so beautiful that I couldn't just leave it on the sidewalk to be trampled on. So instead I took two small twigs that were nearby, and gently lifted it off the sidewalk and onto the grass nearby so it would be able to rest in peace. I think these little acts of kindness will probably add up one day, or maybe I'm just a very sentimental person.