I saved a fly. It was fighting for life in a sticky spiderweb, buzzing, calling for help. I pulled it out of the web gently and moved to a safe place. It was dizzy and confused. In the meantime the hungry spider came back and started looking for its lunch, without success.
The fly could hardly move as the fatal glue covered its legs. I tried to remove it with tweezers but it didn’t work. The fly, trying to release itself, was wrestling with death and lost the fight. Finally it died, probably in bigger pain than it would experience in the spiderweb.
I thought I saved a fly. I shouldn’t have interfered with nature.