ive always hated spiders. cant stand them. and for ever it has always been that spiders enter my house at their own risk and i smash them and thats that. but today was different. a large, exceedingly nasty spider dared to tred upon my wall and i did what i always do. quick BAM and its over. but this was different. i felt guilty! thats never happened before. i feel bad that i took away a life of a creature that hadn't really threatened me and just becasue it creeped me out. this is so odd. ive always liked animals and such. the only things i never liked were spiders. i keep on thinking about myself in disgust about how i used to just kill spiders all the time. and i dont know why i feel guilty. but who am i to take its life? its just trying to escape the cold october night. anyone had this before or can explain why all of a sudden ive had this change of heart?
I hate killing anything, I even think twice about splatting wasps nowdays, it's just that the kids are scared of them. I try to usher them back out of the window instead.
get a book and start reading up on which spiders are good and bad, and then you will know which ones to defend yourself against, and maybe then not feel as bad?
im just not gonna kill them now. i just will keep my cat around my bedroom door. cause i would be scared as shit to wake up with a giant hairy spider on my chest like on the brady bunch
That happened to me the other night...I shat a load. I threw my douvét back and filled my house with 'Jesus Christ, for fuck's sake!'. Then I slept downstairs with my Dog...Who snores...
