I saved a june beetle at work. It was tangled in spider web and a spider on top of his head. I took off all the spider webs from him, but he was missing a leg so he couldn't get himself to fly. I made a little habitate for him and I gave him some grapes and vegetable. He drank the juice very well. He didn't have too much energy. My co-worker told me "His fate is death. You should have left him for the spider." I knew he was going to die, and I don't know if I made anyone happy by saving the bug but myself...

If I were dieing, I'd want to die without feeling fear but rather peaceful and alone. I don't believe in fate of death. If I could save a life for even a few minutes, I want to... I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of having just ONE life on earth. I'd want to spend every last bit of life on earth even if I'm in pain and slowly dieing. I don't want sudden death. I'm afraid the most of the thought of dieing while sleeping... I'd rather have a bullet through my guts and bleed to death slowly, because then I'd know I'm dieing and I'll have time to say goodbye to the world.

After I got home, I gave him more fruit but...
He didn't make it. ='(
Its scary how frigile life is...
One moment he was moving, trying to get up on his broken leg, and the next, his antennas stop searching, his body stops moving, and the life in it's eyes are gone...