We decided to check out a different camp site over the weekend and got swarmed with wasps when the sun was at its warmest.
Luckily the next day and during packup it was over cast and cool so they couldn't fly, but we spent like an hour shaking wasps out from all the poles of the canopy. We easily stomped to death over a hundred wasps that fell out, I've never seen anything like it
When I am camping (and when I'm not) I try to think of my position in the world. Is the scorpion in my shoe invading my space or am I passing through theirs? Who should have the right to be there? Do they only get to exist if they play by my rules, or do I acknowledge the right of things that scare me to have a place in the world? Will I be someone who lashes out or someone who makes space?
You are totally in the majority with your actions, and I'm not trying to lay anything on you at all. I only wish we as a species could extend a little more kindness when it is the emotionally hard choice.