am I evil?

I love taking out wasps nests. It's more then just the simple joy of watching them fall to the ground in a twitchin, painful form; it's watching the ones that were out of the hive return. They fly just outside and see some of their dead friends and thier home covered in poison.

I sit there and want to express to them, "you're home is gone, and I destroyed it. Your queen is gone and I killed her. All your friends are dead, and I have destroyed youre petty exstinence." And it gives me such a delightful feeling.