Could it be? OCD?

Ok, I have this problem when I mow the yard. I will be mowing along, back and forth, always looking at what is in front of the mower. Like any responsible gardner would do. When all of a sudden my eyes will spot a ladybug, or a small grasshopper, or some other happy bug struggling to get out of the path of the loud, vibrating machine coming at them. I can't help but stop in my tracks and wait till the bug moves out of my path. I do try to make the bug move faster and yes I hate to admit, there have been times when I have shut the machine off to rescue above said bugs and move them off to the shrubs. I know, I can't help it. I'm sure most people just mow em right up. For some reason I just can't. All I can think of is how, if they survive the blades, they will land up in the heaped pile of debris in the can and never get out. I know, I know. Pathetic. I'm sure I have mowed up plenty of bugs without knowing.

Which brings me to my other weird thing. When I was a kid, I had a mound of stuffed animals on my bed. What kid didn't. My bed was usually always in a corner of the room so my animals would be up against the wall. I literally had to always make sure that all their little faces were not blocked, like they couldn't breathe or something if they were behind their friends. You should have seen how hard it was when I finally packed them up and put them all in a plastic bag. I felt I was suffocating them!

Is all that considered strange? I'm just wondering. Feel free to comment.