This morning I found a six legged spider in my bathroom. That's probably what made it easier for me to squash it with a fistful of wadded toilet paper.
For this reason, I can never become a Buddhist.
But, on the upside, I can at least do my own spider killings. This is progress.
I once was ready to abandon my car in the parking lot at work and take the streetcar home because there was a HUMONGOUS spider making a web inside my steering wheel. A co-worker, who wanted a ride to the subway, SWISHED the web then sat down in the passenger seat.
She actually expected me to get in that car with a HUMONGOUS spider now on the loose, god-knows-where, but certainly within seriously, frighteningly, close proximity to my own bodily self. She was not happy while I made her search the car and provide squashed evidence of this interloper's remains.
I still shudder when I think of this.
Then again, perhaps I shouldn't have killed that spider. Afterall, they are the 'good' insects. They prove themselves useful by eating flies and other annoying dastardly flying bugs*. For the past week, I have been wanting to sit out on my balcony with a glass of something and a good book... but that has been darn near impossible what with the hundred thousand gazillion fruit fly like things swarming about. It is a plague, I tell you.
You think I am exaggerating?
Yes, just for you I photographed these deceased creatures from inside my lobby. The others had been swept up already and these guys came to replace them.
*and just where is the spider who spun for this web feast?