I know it's karmically & ecologically wrong to kill spiders.

I like spiders. They’re interesting creatures, many are even quite beautiful. They don’t bang around in the walls, they don’t generally do any damage to your home, they don’t smell, and they don’t talk on their cell-phones while they swerve in and out of your lane at 40 MPH on Connecticut Avenue.

Nevertheless, I had to kill a large wolf spider last night in mom’s bathroom.

How large? I’m pretty sure it was actually howling at the moon when I interrupted it.

I intended to trap it under a glass and repatriate it to the wild, but I was a micro-second slow and crushed it with the side of the glass when I trapped it. I felt pretty horrible watching it die. Then I made Husband flush it down the toilet while I stood outside the room yelling hysterically for him to be careful.

Before you pass judgement, hear me out. I believe you’ll agree with me that the spider got what was coming to it based on it’s hostile behavior, aggressive posturing, gargantuan size, and overall hairiness.

Here’s what happened:

I flipped on the bathroom light and the arachnid in question was standing on the floor in front of the bathtub. Normally, one might say that a spider was “sitting” on the floor, but there was nothing passive about this sonofabitch. It wasn’t resting, it was merely pausing between acts of wanton destruction and cold-blooded killing.

It looked up at me like it was daring me to step into the room.

It shifted it’s mass back onto it’s abdomen, lifting it’s cephalothorax up slightly as it did that creepy thrumming thing spiders do with their 4 front legs when they’re obviously planning something. It’s an elegant motion, like graceful fingers elegantly drumming upon a table, or harp-strings set in motion.

Except instead of beautiful music I heard a slight crunching sound as the spider then used those elegant legs to reach over and idly pick through the pile of carnage by it’s side. I think it was using a puppy’s femur as a toothpick to work some gristle out of it’s gleaming razor-sharp fangs.

The spider nodded it’s head ever so slightly at me, as if to say, “You’re next, pal.”

If I’d had either a shotgun or the shopvac handy there would have been less screaming. Or maybe more screaming, but less spider.

I’m willing to entertain the possibility that the behemoth wasn’t actually sitting on a pile of gore and licking the blood of toddlers from it’s pedipalps, but I haven’t had any coffee yet so I can’t really be sure.

3 thoughts on “I know it's karmically & ecologically wrong to kill spiders.

  1. Jim

    Once again good storytelling is bogged down by poor spellingg and grammar. Fix your errors, try again, please.

  2. JunglePete

    Many spiders have wonderful qualities. Like the ones that eat the roaches that live under my stove. But the biz fuzzy ones need to die and I’m grateful to you. When you can see them thinking, time to go. At our home in Venice we would go on Spider Patrol before bed to kill the softball sized Woodsman Spiders. They would try to escape and fall from the wall with a massive thud. Nasty.

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