Of Spiders and Such

I have just now killed a wolf spider. I think it was a wolf spider. It was big, ugly, dark, and it had designs on the blinds in my front window. I mean, like, to live there.

I had other ideas, so now, if it has any life left in it, any consciousness, it will find itself wrapped, crushed, enveloped inside two Kleenex tissues deep in the dark of the garbage can in the garage.

Was it male or female? Richard would know. I would not.

I dislike killing spiders, and this one I could feel inside the Kleenex because it was big.

Gross. And a little bit scary. But I am here and Wayne is not, and I cannot call a neighbor in to do it. Poor me.

So. It is done. Good for me.