Just a minute ago, while cleaning my room, I came face to face with a huge daddy long legs spider that had set up camp in my closet. Whenever I see a spider, my first impulse is always to take note of its last position, hurriedly grab a tissue, and then crush the poor little bugger. But this time around, I felt more pity than usual. I was moved by the fact that this silly little thing was trying to survive by catching whatever stray insects it could in the dark isolation of my closet. I stared at it for a good twenty seconds, making a silent decision, and I wondered if the spider even realized that I was there. Finally, I turned off the closet lights, wished it good luck, and shut the door. I’m still trying to decide whether I’m a humanitarian, a man of honor and fair play, or merely an apathetic wuss.
uhm daddy long legs aren’t spiders…
they eat spiders though so it’s prolly a good thing you let it live…and usually i thought you did let them live… =O) because you’re a nice guy
Know-it-all…
Anyway, I used to try and save every insect, arachnid, and bug that I came across inside my home (except mosquitos), but alas, I’ve grown far too jaded for that. For shame.
kevin,
i worry about you sometimes. multiple personalities is a rare mental disorder. nevertheless, spidey would approve. off to bed!
I’m inclined to kill anything with more then four legs. It’s what man was meant to do. There is probably a passage in the Bible or something about the need to kill things with more then four legs.