:(

when trying to rescue a spider today, well not rescue it, rather removing it from off my bed withouth killing it, i ended up, in fact, killing it. i am sorry. i've wasted too much time killing insects. i always have to chase and squish a few daddy longlegs and some little insects of various kinds before i go to bed, bc i can't stand the thought of them crawling or fluttering around at night. on me. just as i decide not to do it anymore, but rather help them find their way out, what happens? oyvei. it's actually a cool story, will write about later:) but i do feel bad for the little thing. he was so close to freedom.

oh well. if guinea pigs must die such horriblea deaths, and dishonourable ones too, this spider has me to thank that he went down fighting, and not shamefully. being squished is shameful, don't you think?