At the risk of appearing more weird than usual...
I used to have a bug phobia, but the little gits have always loved me. No idea why, they are just attracted to me.
Anyway, I got over the phobia and started to see them for the interesting little creatures that they really are. And, I do believe they are all souls
experiencing life from the perspective of a bug.
I can put them into two categories: intelligent and little ditzes - this isn't exact, but bear with me.
Wasps, spiders, bees - have a level of intelligence not enjoyed by flies, moths or butterflies.
If a wasp is bothering you, simply greet it and tell it to go away. If it doesn't go immediately, say 'Shoo' and it'll go. I was with a friend a
couple of days ago and told him to do that and it worked - I was a bit surprised because I had thought it might only be me who could get a result
If you ever see a fly or a wasp on a window pane trying to get out, it's easy to see who's got the brains. You can persuade a wasp onto a piece of
paper and put it out the open part of the window in a way you can never do with a fly.
I think predators are much more intelligent than scavengers. But, it always helps if you talk to them. Tell them you are helping them and ask them to
trust you. This works very well with spiders you might find in the bath.
It's not a language thing
it's a 'tuning in' thing. Part of the reason some of them are so scary is that they tune into you and know when
you're afraid. That's one reason I could never understand why they liked me so much when I had the phobia.
Last summer I spent time trying to befriend butterflies. A lot of them got trapped in our porch and I'd even get someone to lift me up so I could
reach them and rescue them.
Then, one day I found a beautiful butterfly whose wings hadn't opened properly, so I looked after her. I had her for about 10 - 14 days, taking her
into the garden to feed and sit in the sunshine each day and bringing in flowers for her when it was raining. The day she died I was standing in the
garden and a butterfly, exactly like her, came over from where it was sunning itself and flew right past me, then so did another.
I think it may be that they have a group soul, but if you befriend one wasp or butterfly or whatever else, the rest of them seem to recognise you as a
I don't know what to say about gnats though. They are a pest. My dogs seems to have the right idea. It's hilarious to watch him snapping at them
when they buzz round his head.
Oh, a really unsavoury story. I was being bothered by flies earlier this year. We'd been walking the dog and stopped for a rest, and these creatures
just wouldn't go away. Helpfully, the dog decided to relieve himself. "Oh good' I though 'that'll give the flies something more appetising than
me'. Not a bit of it, they preferred me! I suppose I should be flattered