I'm pretty tolerant of household spiders. They eat other--nastier--bugs, after all. They serve a purpose. As long as they confine themselves to the corners, and as long as they're not the dangerous widows or recluses, I'm generally content to leave them be.
On occasion, though, a spider will decide to go a-wandering. One particular arachnid decided to a-wander up my leg and then rappel off as if it was some sort of fleshy Matterhorn. That creepy tickling sensation was a bit too much for my tolerance to bear, so the little bugger got his eight beady eyes ground into the carpet.
The lesson here is this: no matter how much you tolerate some sort of behavior, there will always some bold creature that decides to push the boundaries too far. Spiders, humans, whatever. Know your line in the sand and stick to it, because you'll have transgressors no matter where you draw it or how far you move it back.
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