Another Spider!
Here’s another spider. This one didn’t make it out alive.
I killed it. I feel bad. Seriously. My son kept asking me **why** I killed this spider. (I’ve been allowing other spiders to live.) I had no good answer… but here it is moments before being flushed:
He was very persistent in asking why I killed it, until I finally said something stupid like “I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
Maybe we’ll talk about it later, after I’ve had a chance to think of what to say.
A few minutes after I shut him down regarding my justification for killing the spider, he asked, “Dad, how does it feel to be dead?” Wow. Ugh. My child is empathizing with the spider I just killed, and asking tough questions! So, I told him I didn’t know. He said “oh… right… cuz you’ve never been dead!” I agreed.
Death… yow.