Spring and fall are the worst for these icky creatures. They're either coming inside to stay warm, or coming out of the cracks on their way outside to find food after a long winter's nap. (Except for the ones that show up in my kitchen, bedroom or office, who are immediately squished.)
If I'm outside, I usually let the spiders live. (If they jump at me while I'm not wearing gardening gloves and working in the dirt, die sucker!) There've been spider nests in my big rural mailbox for years. I've turned a blind eye to them because I've never actually seen a spider in the mailbox.
Until last week.
Ooooooh! *Shudder* This not-so-little guy was one of those squishy black ones that RUNVERYFAST!!! When I'd open the box, he'd jump into the back seam. I did not like the fact that he was there. I really, REALLY did not like the fact that he was there, but figured if he stayed away from my mail AND ME, he might live.
But the other day, I got a HUGE amount of mail and packages. The entire big mailbox was stuffed full. And when I took everything out, there was Mr. Icky Spider. And he didn't run very fast. There, on the street, I whipped off my shoe and beat him to death.
Now, usually, killing a spider doesn't bother me. But, as I said, if they live outside, they can live long and happy lives. This spider wasn't in my house, and he'd probably survived out there in the mailbox all winter long. And I killed him.
Now I'm annoyed that I feel so guilty for killing him (or her).
Have you ever felt sorry for a bug?
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