So this morning I was in my garage getting my old dress shoes to wear for work since I left mines at my g/f's house. When I picked up the shoes there was a spider about the size of a nickel with a big yellow ball attached to the body. My first reaction was oh crap a spider, and then I saw the yellow looking ball spot and didn't know what the heck kind of spider it was (deadly, poison, etc.) so I squashed the spider with my shoes. Came to work and googled it and came to find out it was a pregnant spider.. Now I cant shake it off and feel super sad and bad. None the less, I didn't even wear the shoes to work cause it had slimey stuff on it and came to work in sandals. damn... I feel so damn horrible right now..
Eh, it's a spider. Pregnant or not subconsciously your immedeate reaction was to kill it so there's no ethics or moral debates to be had. But either way cheer up bud
If you didn't kill it, you'd have a hundred more spiders running around and getting pregnant. You did a proactive thing.
Spiders in the garden are ok because they kill the bad insects and protect vegetables and herbs. Spiders in the house or garage die. Period. End of discussion. I trust that the word has gotten out to the spiders in the garden. You're fine out there, but if you come inside, you will die without warning and without any guilt for me. Bonus points for getting the mother before she gave birth to those little buggers.
If a pregnant lady wondered off into the jungle.. Her being pregnant wouldn't stop the lion from destroying her.
p***y. One time I killed a fat ass spider. As soon as I smacked it, baby spiders (too many to count) started sprawling around like little mofos. So it took me five more minutes to kill every single one of them little mofos to make sure they ain't making more little mofos in my house. Cool story.
Going to go pray for them spiders man. According to Buddha, every living creature has a spirit. I killed 500 spirits this morning.. I shall eat no meat for 30 days and pray to be forgiven.. Thanks for the comments guys.
