There's this huge spider that showed up and built a web right over the door of my workplace a few days ago. I've been keeping an eye on him but constantly advocating leaving him alone because he's not even a dangerous kind of spider. Well tonight he got offended by a new person standing in the doorway and tried to descend right onto their head, so I decided he was no longer welcome here and had to go. So I got this really powerful spider poison out, I've seen someone hit a black widow with it and it dropped out of its web instantly.
I sprayed it, and it descended on a web to try to escape the poison. And I sprayed it and sprayed it and sprayed it again. It climbed back up, descended down again, crawled up the wall, ran all around. It was awful, and I was starting to freak out. It's obvious how much it seriously did not want to die. I kept on spraying until I got a blister on my finger and I'm still fucking shaking.
How the hell do "people" kill for a living? How can you be a carnist? How soulless do you have to be to be okay with killing? This has ruined my whole night and it was one fucking bug killed in self defense.
The rare moment where I appreciate civility
I've only had to kill an animal maybe like 4 or 5 times in my life. Just the other day I relocated a different spider from inside the workplace. So I felt bad killing it at all, but the way it died made me wish I'd just thrown something at it or something. I expected it to be quick.