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There's no easy way to say this so I'll just be blunt.
Every evening at 8:30 I venture outdoors and I hunt.
I don't slaughter my prey. I just capture them you see,
and then I bring all my captives home with me.
I don't consume my prey. I place them all in captivity.
Now for the rest of their lives their lives belong to me.
I release them all into my 100 gallon fish tank
I then seal the top with a screen. No escapees from my tank.
I don't believe my prisoners, whom I see as my children, feel as captives necessarily.
What I have given them is a wonderful thing. An Utopian Society,
Their environment is perfectly humid and ideal for them.
Two heating pads grace the bottom of my fish tank prison.
An inch or two of fresh soil also lines my prison fish tank's bottom.
All they really need is fresh water for nourishment
but they also enjoy nectar, so I provide also fresh sugar water for them.
Now once daily like a plant I water them.
Decorative fossils, plants and rocks are also displayed on the bottom
of the moss covered heated soil of this most aesthetically pleasing terrarium..
They all have shelter and tunnels that they all can explore
but most important of all, they're all safe from predators.
They have plenty of space to socialize. 
More importantly, they have much needed open space so that they can all fly.
and every now and then they display their gratefulness to me
with some of the greatest natural light shows I've truly been honored to see.
They are My Children. I am their Deity.
No I don't feel they feel as captives necessarily.
I believe that in their way, they'll be grateful til their dying day for My Firefly Utopian Society,
Will they pro create? 
Well, we'll just have to see and wait.

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