Am I the asshole for literally being a perfect bug?

Waspanese is my fourth language, and I'm writing this in a wanderer's journal with the blood of a savage beastfly, using only my hind legs, while reading the records of ancient civilizations, so please forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes. :)

So, a little backstory. I'm a fairly ancient girl, 7 cm tall, white (thank God), slender, with elegant little horns, and legs that easily fit into a tapered skirt. Bugs often say that I'm the most stunningly gorgeous insect they've ever met and that I should become their mistress, but I dunno lol. I'm half wyrm, half weaver, don't need to eat, and strictly heterosexual.

Anyway, both my parents died during the struggle against the god of dreams when I was still little, as did all my uncles, aunts, grandmothers and grandfathers, so I had to protect the kingdom all alone, guarding the wyrm's corpse, watching over the beast's den, the City of Tears, the White Palace, and the Ancient Basin, all while bullying and murdering my numerous siblings. Currently I'm working on overthrowing a tyrannical ruler who's driving creatures mad, in between eliminating beasts which terrorize peaceful citizens, compiling Pharloom's bestiary, saving lost fleas, working as a courier, searching for Mossberries, collecting plasmium, communicating with immaterial entities, helping with rituals, and constantly playing the Needolin for anyone who asks.

So I was in Bellhart, picking up supplies for the pilgrims' camp at Songclave to distribute them at the First Altar when this fat, stinky, disgusting, half-blind, elderly "Mitemother" throws herself at me and screeches, "you're oppressing me by being thin! Eat a courier's meat slice, you skinny slut!" I hit her with, "Remaining fierce so far into old age is an admirable trait" and she responded, "that's just as offensive as if you called me a Muckm*ggot!" Then she threw her squeaking fluttermite at me and screamed, "get her! Infect her with your haunting that you have because everyone here has it except for her!" I didn't want to be a Karen and call Garmond and Zaza to sort it out, so I took it upon myself to personally kill her child right on the spot, thus ending its life. That "Mitemother" then tried to take revenge on me, dealing double damage, so I pierced her with my needle and dragged her out of Greymoor. Everyone clapped, Pavo gave me 1000 rosaries (which I donated to Bone Bottom's development), and the tavern keeper of Halfway Home reached out to thank me for my courage.

So, pilgrims. Dear little pilgrims. Dedicated believers. Faithful slaves of the Citadel. Prudent wanderers of Pharloom. Tell me the truth. Am I the asshole?

Edit: Wow, this post got a lot more attention than I thought it would! Since a lot of bugs are asking, yes, I knew the five great knights and no, I have never woven a web in my entire life. I was paralyzed after the incident, but I overcame it quickly because I'm not a little bitch. Also, since it seems to be relevant, here are the details of my intimate life: To pair with another is a base instinct, and one that brings some bugs great joy. I once sought similar union, but of my own mates none could match my lifespan. However, it seems that intercourse with me restores full health and causes a greater dopamine release than a flask of ancient nectar, but I dunno.