“Oh silly spider.” I said as I sadly shook my head. “Why did you do that? Did you not want to live?”
A sigh escapes my mouth as I remember the details of what happened.
I was standing at the kitchen counter, preparing breakfast for the two children I watched today. Missy E (five-year old) was chatting with me. Something started tickling my cheek. I thought it to be a stray lock of my ever graying hair, so I shook my head. Then it happened.
The tickle went up my face, across my eye, over my eyebrow and into my hair! I had no idea what it was, but I let out a holler and started swatting frantically at my head. Poor Missy E jumped and her eyes were so wide I thought they might pop from her head. Luckily, I hit dark blog that ran across my eye, and it fell to the counter. It was a spider! It was dead.
Did the spider not get the memo that I DO NOT LIKE SPIDERS??!! Did it willingly dance across my face so I would put an end to its miserable existence? Or, maybe it knew I did not like spiders and was trying to give me a heart attack and therefore ridding the spider world of a mortal enemy!
Whatever the reason, there is now one less spider in the world.