Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.
I am a journalist and, under the modern journalist's code of Olympian objectivity (and total purity of motive), I am absolved of responsibility. We journalists don't have to step on roaches. All we have to do is turn on the kitchen light and watch the critters scurry.
It ain’t wilderness unless there’s a critter out there that can kill you and eat you.
I have no faith in a human critter who hasn't one or two bad habits.
If you look close. . . you can see that the wild critters have 'No Trespassing' signs tacked up on every pine tree.
Don't grumble! Don't stew! Some critters are much-much, Oh, ever so much-much So muchly much-much more unlucky than you!