+645 You feel one of three things after killing a spider or insect: all heroic—"Yeah, you little PUNK, that's what happens when you come up in my house;" fear, as though its brethren will find you and avenge its death; shame, as though all the little thing wanted to do was find a nice place to settle down and live, away from the business of the street, and you shattered its dream, amirite?
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