Spiders

I have a strange respect for spiders. Other small, crawling things, I kill them on sight. But spiders, as long as they’re not on me, I let them live. Once I was sitting at my desk and a big orb weaver came crawling across the surface toward me. I said simply, “Turn around and go the other way, and I won’t kill you.” She stopped, looked at me, and then turned around and headed back across the desk, unhurriedly.

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