It's started already.

Was over at Sue and Sarah's the other night, and G said, "Look! A spider!" Of course, I responded, "A real one?" as Sue yells across the room, "Kill it! Jennie, kill it!"

I move something, and there it is--it's a sizeable one. As my mom taught me, I immediately reach over with my foot and step on it. To my utter amazement, my son turns to me, sad and astonished, "But it's a living creature!"

Huh? This is new. (and an interesting follow-on stage from the "Oh, sweetie, look at the pretty butterfly" that is answered with the young child trying to stomp the pretty butterfly to death, for no obvious reason other than to see what would happen.)

We chat about it later, and he again asserts that it should not be killed, as it is a living creature. I explain that in our house, spiders get two chances: I attempt to throw them out windows or doors with a Kleenex. If they crawl right back in, they go down the toilet. (The above was a special circumstance with a terrified Sue who needed protection.)

If he moves on to ants... ugh.