Today I was sleeping off a night of dancing and booze. Yeah, so I was sleeping a little late, I'll admit! But I was not hung over. Nuh-uh.
Anyway I felt a little tickle on my chest. I looked down and there was a little pale spider crawling on me. Just a little tiny one. I calmly grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger, and smushed its little life away. Then went back to sleep.
It was something I did without thought, but afterwards I felt really bad. I don't care about the spider, per se, but I do care that I could so thoughtlessly kill something that I've sworn to protect. How can I proclaim, with integrity, that I let spiders go free?!? I can't now. All is lost.
The spiders used to be able to count on me, for life, for freedom. They eat mosquitoes, I set them free. Easy peasy. And now? I think they'll set their mosquito-dinners free just so they can come suck out my blood. Just for revenge....
Ah, the despair!