I can vouch for that!
Sri Lanka taught me how to respect all life.
We had a writers’ group called the Wadya group not very creative name since we would meet at the, well, Wadya. Charming folksy restaurant on the beach in Colombo.
Someone had cut up a papaya for us all. It didn’t take long for a calm army of ants to overrun it. My friend gently wiped them all off, put one slice aside for them and we ate the rest. ‘They have to eat too,’ he said.
Cool,right?
Cockroaches are my nemesis!