Wasp and the Spider

Today I saw a wasp get caught in a spiders web in my kitchen. The spider pounced on it and I got up to recue the wasp thinking it was an awful way to die. I then had second thoughts thinking: How would I feel if someone randomly came along and took my Big Mac away from me? So I left the wasp and the spider and put it down to natures way. Maybe that spider was starving. I still feel guilty about the wasp though.
This is the extent of my emotional turmoil at the moment, this is how exciting my life is right now that this little event has played on my mind all afternoon. 'Did I make the right decision?' could be construed as a metaphor for my life, but to be honest I think I just feel bad for the wasp.