Whenever there is a spider in the house (or scorpion, or just about any living creature except ants), I am not the one who kills it. I rescue it and set it free in the great outdoors. I just can’t bring myself to kill it.
There was a tiny spider crawling across our kitchen yesterday. Chris was barefoot, and since I was wearing shoes, he asked me to step on it.
ME: No.
CHRIS: Why not?
ME: I can’t kill it!
CHRIS: But why not?
ME: Because it’s just hanging out minding it’s own business. It doesn’t deserve to die for that.
CHRIS: It’s a spider, when does it not mind it’s own business?
ME: When it’s crawling across my face, that’s when. Or if it bites me. Then it is all up in my business, and then a spider gonna die.
