I'd like to give my dad praise for being awesome enough to do his own version of #3 on the list. Instead of "killing the scary things", he had the powerful decency to catch them (in mugs, trash bags, his hands if need be) and release them back into the outdoors. What right do we have to end the life of another creature, much smaller than ourselves, simply because it frightens us irrationally? No right at all, that's what. Thanks for being you, pops.