There are times when I can be given to acts of benevolence, I mean one only has to witness a living thriving spouse to know that, the restraint I exercise to not poison foodstuffs is noteworthy and so on, however, the benevolence I allude to is regarding a spider I saw in my bathroom whose life I nearly plucked out with the aid of a tissue paper but decided not to at the last moment because for some reason spiders don't gross the living intestines out of me as cockroaches do, for had I seen a cockroach dawdling about my pristine bathroom I'd not only have smashed that rogue to a splatter but bathed the entire house in holy water, twice over.
This season, wet and oddly sticky with cold undertones is something of a Shangri-La to spiders and as the weather gets warmer they will begin thriving much to my chagrin, but since the house is vacuumed right down to its most sacred rectum at regular intervals their survival seems almost impossible, but small as they are, they tend to creep or crawl in through open windows and balcony doors and perhaps any other day I might not feel as well-disposed towards another six-legged creature as I did today..but you know, a bit of mercy never hurt anyone, especially that spider who strolls about in my bathroom, alive.
This season, wet and oddly sticky with cold undertones is something of a Shangri-La to spiders and as the weather gets warmer they will begin thriving much to my chagrin, but since the house is vacuumed right down to its most sacred rectum at regular intervals their survival seems almost impossible, but small as they are, they tend to creep or crawl in through open windows and balcony doors and perhaps any other day I might not feel as well-disposed towards another six-legged creature as I did today..but you know, a bit of mercy never hurt anyone, especially that spider who strolls about in my bathroom, alive.
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