No.
Cause seriously, who knew JUB had so many potential killers? The "if it was me, I'd have done the same" attitude is posturing. So tell me... You began to tell a story about being in a similar situation. You said it was some kind of camping trip, and you were responsible for a handful of children and you caught an adult opening up the sleeping bags and peering in... So what happened with that? What did you do? What did you say? How did you handle the situation? Did your primitive, uncontrollable animalistic spirit come out? Did it cross your mind that often times candy and snacks are considered contraband? Or that scorpions do like cave-like environments like sleeping bags and shoes?
Why would a complete stranger be peering into kids' sleeping bags looking for scorpions, or anything else? It was obvious he was peering at kids, some in their underwear.
I slipped my .22 rifle out of my car, picked up my morning mocha off the dash, walked into the campsite, set the rifle butt down with a definite thump, and when he turned, I suggested he had his own campsite. He turned away and moved on to the next kid in a sleeping bag. I popped the rifle up into ready position and cleared my throat. This time I told him flat out to go back to wherever he came from. When he ignored me again, I worked the bolt and lifted the rifle butt to my shoulder. The bolt sound caught his attention. I didn't quite aim at him. All I said then was, "Go", in a flat, cold voice. He actually stood there and seemed to consider the situation. I started to swing my aim toward him, having noted that he was wearing a knife with about an eight-inch blade. Happily for everyone, he left.
I was suddenly a hero. One of the kids asked what I would have done if he hadn't turned and left. I said if he'd moved toward another sleeping bag, I would have shot him, repeatedly until he was incapable of bothering them or attacking me.
Some time later, I totally got a case of the shakes.
There was no animalistic spirit, just a cold determination those this animal in my campsite wasn't going to keep molesting kids. I felt totally calm, like I was fixing a lawn mower or something. By showing himself as a child molester, he'd made himself an object. I had the tool to fix the situation and was perfectly willing to use it. And afterwards, if I'd had to shoot, I almost certainly would have thrown up.
There was a minority opinion from the kids that I should have just shot him, then we all would have packed up and left.