Sometimes it really freaks me out to think about how much insects outnumber us. This morning, I killed a spider because I didn't feel like capturing it and taking it outside. As soon as I picked it up and flushed it down the toilet, the guilt set in. Usually, if I see a bug in the house - and we get plenty because of where we are - I'll try to catch it and release it. But for some reason, this spider really bugged me. Er, no pun intended. Anyway, I saw it and SMACK!! Now, though, I have spider killer's remorse. What if it had a family? What if it came in out of the cold and had been living in the house for ages and I just never noticed it before? What if it was going on its merry way to run some errands and then it ran into a Will who decided today was the day it would die?
Wait a minute. That's what we go through. We'll be tooling along, happy as we please when the cosmos whacks us with a rolled up magazine and all that's left is something to be wiped up with a piece of toilet paper.
I'm going for a run. If I get killed by a giant spider seeking revenge, you'll know why.