Tonight there was a spider in my apartment. Acutally, it’s still here somewhere. I couldn’t catch it. Last time I saw it, it was clinging to the side of the stove in my kitchen.
It’s not one of those big fat ones. I think those are called tarantulas. It’s just a skinny brown one, trying to find a safe place to hide. I tried to pick it up with a tissue and put it outside my window but it escaped before I could grasp it. I could have just stomped on it and killed it, but I don’t feel comfortable doing that. It looks kind of helpless. And cute. (But not as cute as the one in the drawing below.)
Good thing I’m not arachnophobic (afraid of spiders), like Glenallen Hill is. I’ll sleep well tonight.