@Thixian,
Interesting point. I remember hand coning (I don't know the proper term) butterflies, and I think I let them go but probably not the first few, and probably not from care but that I didn't want to do butterfly collecting. I did do stamps, hate to consider the equivalence, but even that is complicated, re early scientific inquiry which can be useful and exhilarating to do and learn. The neighborhood kids taught me to how to catch fireflies too, and we put them in jars. Useless to be mad at myself now, many decades later, but I see how I didn't connect, they were other. I remember being sad they died. I had barely been in yards before, barely had friends before. Hadn't read science yet, never had pets, and so on, being nine in a moving family.
Meantime, I've killed my second cockroach of the year.
I had a friend who was a studying with a famous concert pianist teacher in Paris, and he told that when he got to his quarters there, there was a black pipe by the wall. The pipe rippled. Black with cockroaches.
I consider this defense action.