I did get a sense of joy in watching them die from the spray. The incident that prompted this thread was I walked in the bathroom to get some toilet paper to clog my nose with because it bleeds when the weather changes drasticly. I open the door to see a big one and little one walking around like they own the place. It was like they knew I was the angel of death.
I go to get the bug spray and they run behind the little trashcan in there. I give a few sprays behind there to flush them out. The little one is undisciplined and falls for my ploy. I give it a few shots before the big one runs out to distract me. A valiant effort but was rewarded with its own death and the death of the little one.
I felt like the machine gunner in the helicopter in Full Metal Jacket.
"How do you know if they're VC?"
"If they run they're VC, if they stand still they're well disciplined VC."
"But how can you shoot women and children?"
"Easy. You just don't lead them so much."
I have to stop playing Conflict Vietnam.