"As I enter the eighth decade of my life, I find that I no longer want to kill anything." As I enter the eighth decade of my life, I find that I no longer want to kill anything. Anything at all. This dawned on me one recent night as I was brushing my teeth. A fly was buzzing around, in the chaotic path that makes sense only to flies, and I absent-mindedly swatted at it with my free hand. It was an arguably lucky swat, sending the fly in a spiral down to the drain hole of the sink. As it lay