It was a cricket in a lobby. A nice lady decided to save its life.
She picked up the creature in her hands and gently too it outside.
She placed it outside. Then she went back inside and headed for the elevator. I watched. She had a smug satisfaction smile on her face.
She had saved a creature.
The crow swooped down out of nowhere. It promptly ate the cricket.
The woman never knew it happened. I did not want to tell her the truth. By doing her action she actually placed the cricket in harm’s way.
Sometimes our actions can be misinterpreted.