I'm saving insects from dying. I pulled one out of a cup of water and blew on it till it was dry. It then crawled up my finger and it flew into the night.

I feel like Roy Batty in Blade Runner, when he knew he was dying, he saved his hunter Deckard, out of total empathy for life itself.

He didn't burn so bright
As he waited in bored awe
To be taken by the
Night...

I think I've gone a bit Batty 🙄😳