By Gregg WendorfAdvance News JournalCall me a wuss — Hey, Wendorf, you’re a wuss — but I have a hard time killing anything. It wasn’t that way, though, when I was a kid.“You still have the mind of a 6-year-old.” Thanks. Dig up worms and stick them on a fishing hook, no sweat. You’re fish food, adios. Didn’t even flinch. But as I got older, I ran across more death and dying in the real world, grandparents, parents and in-laws, friends, and it’s placed more of a value on life. Even the life of an insect, as weird as that ...