Bugs that get into our house are never squished. Bluebottles are hassled towards an open door. Spiders in the bath or shower are released on to the bathroom floor. They die if you wash them down the plug hole. Big, scary moths (all harmless) are lured towards brighter lights near the back door. Woodlice are better off outside, so that's where I put them. There's a very impressive house spider living in our porch. She's been there for weeks and I go and have a chat with her before I lock up to go to bed (that's what red wine can do for you). Mrs Steve, severely arachnophobic, calls her our resident tarantula. I even rescued that bloody wasp last Saturday, the one that stung my crotch three times. The resulting big, red, incredibly itchy patch of skin that's in a place I can scratch only when no-one's looking is only now settling down. I once rescued a somewhat moribund bumblebee that was on the path outside, in severe danger of being stood on. I put it on the lawn. A hour later I changed into my indoor shoes that I'd left outside. The bee had crawled back over the path, unbeknown to me, and taken shelter in my shoe. I got stung on the ball of my foot and couldn't walk for the rest of the day. Now was that fair, I ask you...