“I murdered him,” I sob. “I did. He was just crawling along minding his own business, and I snuffed the life right out of him.” “It was just a spider, Gems.” He doesn’t understand. That spider did nothing wrong. He was just hanging out, trying to put one hairy leg in front of the other, and he got his life demolished. “Yeah, but he probably had a wife.” A terrible thought occurs to me. “Oh my god, what if he had, like, little baby spiders?”
