yesterday

i saw a butterfly flutter around my kitchen while i was studying at the dining area. i was so positive it was a butterfly and not a moth, it was white and the way it flew, was so much like butterfly. i thought it was beautiful. but i also noticed how crazy it was about the kitchen light. it couldn't stop flying up there. then it came closer and got crazy about the dining light. it flew right into the ceiling fan and ended up on the floor..i think it was only slightly injured. i got a closer look at it, still believing it was a butterfly. then i realised, what a good disguise. moth in butterfly's clothing. the strong white moth was not defeated, it flew right up to the light again and got hit by the ceiling fan within seconds. it did that a total of three times. now i was beginning to see..nope not a butterfly, but a moth. it was distracting me. i was getting afraid that it would fly into my face or something.. i gave it a while to escape through the kitchen windows or out through the balcony but it didn't. so when it flew into the ceiling fan and got shot down to the floor, i grabbed some newspaper, and i killed it. i KILLED it. no mercy. cold blooded killing. i destroyed its wings. even the ceiling fan couldn't destroy those delicate wings. but i smashed those wings on purpose. i saw it struggle on the floor..still alive and trying to fly. but i just left it to die. i wouldn't even put it out of its misery.

what kind of person am i? would i have let it live if it were really a beautiful white butterfly?