I just thought of something funny. Sometimes if one is just too, TOO creepy -- and of course, I still don't want it to die just because I'm creeped out and want it out of my house -- I'll ask my DP, Lorraine, to get it and take it outside. I have to supervise now, because she finally confessed to me that a few times when I asked her afterwards if it had made it outside ok and she'd replied, "Uh huh," she was lying her pants off. As soon as she was alone with them, she'd immediately squash them, but she knew that I'd be bummed out, so she figured lying to me was easier! The ole "what she doesn't know won't hurt her" routine.
So now I try harder to do it myself, and if it's just too, too much.....I'll stand watch and get the door while she does it.
Now, in all fairness, it should be said that I am the official remover of all dead bodies from our 80-gallon fish tank, no matter what the size.......fair's fair.