"OMG, there's a bug!!" You reach for the closest junk mail catalog or newspaper you can find. You tightly roll it into a domestic a nightstick raising it over your head and *SMACK!!!!!*, you end the bugs life. What happens to his little gross bug soul? Maybe it moves onto the next world, but MAYBE it stays here on earth roaming the counters of your house.
Bugs Don't Have A Soul
Well, a dog doesn't have a soul either and we say they all go to heaven. They even get to move onto the afterlife by trotting their filthy paws over a rainbow bridge. What bridge do bugs get to cross after we wack them with a shoe? Their little bug souls get to cross the mildewed soggy basement bridge to meet their maker.Also, I've met humans who don't have a soul, so I don't think it's a ghost prerequisite.
Ghosts Have Unfinished Business
Bugs have some unfinished business too. The cricket has some unfinished sitting in your basement and scaring the daylights out of you to do. The ant has some unfinished melted popsicle on the sidewalk to eat. This unfinished business seems meaningless, but to those bugs it's their world.
The Rate We Will Kill Bugs
It make sense that bugs would want to haunt us. We kill hundreds a year. Millions a year if you're the guy from the Orkin commercial. The rate of these bug murders alone is enough to make a case for bugs wanting to haunt us. Then you throw in the vile way we dispose of them, and I know they haunt us. Rolled up papers, shoes, paper towels, the toilet flush, the hand smack, sticky traps, and more, all demonstrate are level of disrespect to the bug's life.There is no honor in these disposals.
Ghost bugs are real and are probably roaming your house right now. Their little bug souls are waiting for closure to their murder. "Why'd they do it!", they'lll ask as they zig zag their gross ghost bug bodies across the floor. It's easy to want to play god when you have a rolled up newspaper in your hand, but just know there could be consequences, GHOST BUGS.