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.