To the spider I sent out the death sentence on:
I’m sorry.
I was sitting in the exam chair at the optometrist’s, reading my book while waiting for the doctor, when I saw you out of the corner of my eye. I watched you scurry over to the stool then turn to me and run under my chair. I got up to wait for you—you had to realize there was nothing for you under the chair, so I figured you’d be scurrying off.
How did I know the doctor would come in while you were still checking things out? I had to tell him what I was doing, standing in the middle of the room, book at my side, staring at the chair. I doubt you heard or understood me but I did say “Just keep an eye out for him, I guess.”
I did not mean for him to slide the exam chair around to flush you out so he could stomp on you. You didn’t deserve that. Maybe I handled things poorly. I can’t take back what happened, but please know I am very, very sorry.
i killed an earwig last night, but i put a slug outside.
i can’t explain my choice of who to let live and who to kill. but that earwig freaked my out, what with his pincers and all. i wasn’t thrilled about the slug slime on my comforter, but i just couldn’t squash it. maybe it’s because i’m a big fan of hermaphrodites. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slug
i hope the baby jesus doesn’t get mad.
i haven’t eaten an animal (on purpose) in 13 years or so, so i think i’ll get a pass.
Most insects creep me out (I still shudder over the memory of the roach climbing up my leg–inside my pants–then back down once i cut his path off at the knee), but if I can get a cup over it and wait for someone else to take it outside, great. I know it’s ridiculous. What is this fear of the many-legged we have?
And the quick kill is how I’d like to go myself (if not in my sleep or in surgery). It’s the suffering that gets me–glue traps and the like.
And as long as the baby jesus has plenty of myrrh to play with, your senseless murder will probably go without notice.