This morning I felt something on my stomach and saw a centipede on it. I freaked out and got up and since I was tired, I wasn’t thinking straight. I killed it by squishing it with a book. I didn’t think about it and went back to bed. Now I feel so bad I took the life of something. I love all living things and I can’t get over the fact I purposefully killed an innocent centipede. I can’t get this off my mind. I need help..