It was HUGE.
I killed a spider this morning. Before I even washed and dressed, I threw on a shmata, grabbed my flyswatter, and headed outside to take care of the spider ensconced in the corner of R's front door, of which R informed me during our morning phone call. ("It's huge! And kind of stripey yellow... and huge! You have to get rid of it!" She also said, "You could put a saddle on it," and referred to it as "Shelob.") Thwap thwap thwap with the flyswatter, and it was spider jam.
I have no regrets for killing one of my fellow creatures, not when said fellow creature is a huge spider encroaching on our space.
Actually, I feel that by killing the spider for R, I have just justified my existence.
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I have no regrets for killing one of my fellow creatures, not when said fellow creature is a huge spider encroaching on our space.
Actually, I feel that by killing the spider for R, I have just justified my existence.
This entry was originally posted at http://dorothy1901.dreamwidth.org/5315.html. Please comment there using OpenID.