Generally speaking, I don't like killing things.
I would be the world's absolute worst hunter.
All the gun-toting guys would be all quiet and sneaky and everything -- and then there would be me, thrashing around ahead of them, telling all the deers or bears or whatever to "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"
Ted Nugent and I will never be pals!
I don't mind killing bugs, though. I hate bugs.
I have some sort of phobia about killing spiders.
It seems to me downright unbiblical! I don't like doing it.
Often I will find a spider doing something on one of the walls in here, or on the ceiling or whatever -- and I don't squash it. I get a big glass, and trap it inside there. Then I open up my kitchen window [I'm on the 14th floor] and I toss the bewildered arachnid out into the great beyond.
I just did that a few minutes ago… the spider is probably already happily ensconced in some lower apartment, scouting out the corners that would be most conducive to web-building!
As I retract my arm from the window, I always make sure that he [or she?] isn't still hanging on somehow by their ass-threads. It's amazing how they can do that!
I always thoroughly wash the glass out, yes. Because [think about it] eight spider-feet were tramping around in there.
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