No matter how small. I shall save them.
This is my poolmasters creed. One that I did not choose out of consciousness. But chose me. Like a calling. A calling. to rescue bugs that are slowly dieing in my backyard swimhole. -square. rectangle.
My swim rectangle. A shape, though similar to that of a coffin, shall not be the final resting place to any unfortunate insect I come across. No sir.
I have found myself spending minutes at a time rescuing the twittering bugs struggling to keep their heads above the surface. It starts with bees. and then moves to smaller, less appealing bugs. Even my enemies. They shall not die like this. Not this way. Not like this. Not today.
Even bugs I hate. If they land on or near me later, I will kill them despite saving them from drowning moments ago. Not the same species. The same individual bug. The same exact individual that I hand plucked from the mighty drink that is my leisure swim spot. I inform them all that if ever we are to meet again under altered circumstances, we shall do battle. and at times. we do. and I smite them, as is my duty.
But if need assistance – they the weak, they the injured, they the annoying – in my watery jurisdiction.. I shall aid them. As is also my duty.
You’re only doing that because you’re afraid you’d swallow a bug while swimming. Also, many people fear having bugs enter into their ears while swimming. Some even fear finding bugs in their pants.
But interesting to see how the conscious part of your mind interpreted this act.