The Fly Spirit
During a period of my life I worked in home improvements, this time it was painting the exterior of a house. Often while painting I come across an insect and try to get them to move away, respecting all life and wanting to do no harm, and sometimes they may fly or crawl into the painted area, and I help them to get out.
It was the beginning of the day, opened up a fresh can of paint onto my drop cloth on the ground, poured some paint into a pale, and climbed a ladder to start painting. After climbing back down the ladder to get a tool I saw that I had forgotten to put the lid back on the can of paint, keeping it fresh and also to prevent any insects from being harmed. Looking into the can, I noticed that a black housefly had found his way into the paint. He was beyond saving, and immediately felt responsible and thought, "What a sad fate for the fly." At that moment a green-headed fly spirit appeared. It was slightly taller than the paint can as it stood leaning against it and looking in at the fly. It then said, agreeing, "Yes... such a sad fate."
* All life has a consciousness/spirit behind it. Without that spirit, it would be an empty shell and just fall to the ground turning to dust. The green-headed fly spirit seemed to be an overseer, oversoul or guardian to this and other flies.