Despite the obvious social and cultural differences between me and the guy in this video, i would have exactly the same level of panic if I had to kill that bug in my house. Maybe bug killing panic is the universal equalizer.

Clearly a Yankee. One weekend in Mississippi would convince him that that's not all that big a bug.

What BP said. I've got roaches that would mug that bug.

I stayed with an aunt in Hawaii for several weeks when I was a kid and my dad was being treated for cancer at the Mayo Clinic. The roaches there were EPIC. I stepped on one once, and IT WALKED AWAY.

The geckos were the really awesome house pests, though.

As soon as he got his crutch out I cringed because I was certain insects that look like that are what we call here in Texas "stink bugs". They're a beetle of some kind, and not all of them stink, but better safe than sorry:

--glass
--index card
--place glass over bug
--slide index card under glass
--hold index card tightly, invert glass
--release outside
--scream during procedure as necessary

Once, while removing a bug, I yelled at it "you better be really fucking glad I'm a fucking Buddhist, or I'd fucking crush your ass!"

geckos rock. Really.

They do.

Amen, WolfDaddy, that's how I've dealt with any bug I've had to deal with, regardless of size (and some have been pretty big!)

If I truly want them dead rather than out, they get flushed down the toilet.

99.9999% of bugs I find in the house or around me I let live. Except for ants sometimes (they're a nuisance to my lawn and I couldn't make a dent in them if I tried). Sometimes moths if they are sufficiently irritating by throwing themselves at laptop screens and MY FINGERS WHEN TYPING. And ALWAYS mosquitos.

Why?
I dunno.
Karma?
Because there is no reason for them to die?
Just because?

So I scoop them up and carry them outside and let them go. It's easy, it's a lot less gross than smooshing them, and I feel good about myself for the fifteen seconds it takes to do it.

Spiders? Eh, I usually leave them wherever they are, but if I have to move them I try and make them drop line of silk and pick that up and carry them that way, so I don't actually have to touch them. And I relocate them to some corner of the ceiling I'm not around.

Once, while removing a bug, I yelled at it "you better be really fucking glad I'm a fucking Buddhist, or I'd fucking crush your ass!"

This is my approach! I almost never kill them; I would have had no problem picking up the one in the video and setting it outside. That said, I fucking hate centipedes and millipedes (though I'd run screaming before I'd kill one).

One of the worst bugs I've seen was a cockroach in a (cheap) San Antonio motel. I was alone, and I got up to go to the bathroom at 2 am. I screamed, and decided I couldn't sleep with it there. So I threw shoes at it, threw the phone book at it, etc. Nothing worked. I probably could have shot at it and it would still be alive. I don't know how I went back to sleep.

I'm sooo glad that our cats aren't Buddhist. "Get the bug! Good kitty! Here's a treat."

I rarely kill bugs, I'm more of the throw'em outside kind of gal. Was that an assasin bug? Their bites hurt.

I will kill cockroaches and mosquitoes by any means possible with no regret. Flies in the house make me crazy; if I can't shoo them out, I kill them.

Most other insects don't really flip me. I'm spider-friendly. Ants are impossible; I put down things like mint leaves around where they come in, which sometimes stops them. Wierd-ass bugs I find around the house, I tip onto a piece of paper and put them in the plants outside.

I'm just knocking on wood about infestations like bedbugs or fleas... I'd leave the house and set off a nuclear device.

So... what this means is that I'm not very live-and-let-live, although I think of myself that way. I'm more like live-and-I'll-let-you-live-too-if-you-leave-me-the-fuck-alone-otherwise-I-smash-you-dead.

Except cockroaches. They just gotta die no matter what. Hate.