Killed a spider today.
Didn’t really want to.
Keep telling myself it was for the best.
It wouldn’t have survived here, no prey enough for it to live on. Yet I wished it to live a happy, full live.
Yeah, it’s ugly. Creepy. All legs and beady eyes. Fuel of nightmares.
I wish I could have hugged it, told it to find a new place to spin its web, to live.
I ripped off two sheets of toilet paper, watched it for a few moments as it moved its legs trying to find a hold against the wall, overcame the tight feeling in my chest, and killed it.
If only the world and all its creatures were perfect and peaceful.