An Eight Legged Truth

hiya this is just a little something that i wrote and i hope you like it.

I am more inclined to kill a spider than a mocking bird; however if that bird was to suddenly start to grow an extra six legs, I might have to reconsider. What a strange thing to think you might say, well welcome to the brain wave of me – or any other spider hater. You know who you are.

As I sit here in front of my computer, I have a spider trapped in an upside down glass. Granted it’s not big or of the dangerous type, but I’m telling you now that it was attacking me and had to be stopped. Ok it was only climbing on me but still, people can still die from stock so I can defend my reaction as self defenses.

Now the real question is what do I do with it? Do I kill the thing or throw it from the window with the risk of reoffending the act to which it is subject to now? Yep I can hear you lot out there, “oh don't be silly, it’s only a spider,” “they are more scared of you than you are of it.” Really, is that what all you people think? The thing is you might think that but that is not your fear. Your fear could be of snakes or highs or ... or buttons – seriously button and you think I’m weird with my fear of spiders, (which is called Koumpounophobia, the fear of Buttons, in case you wanted to know for the pub quiz).

Anyway back to the spider. Don’t worry those out there with the love of all animals, maybe this one will run away free; what about if I give the thing a name, Stu for instant; Stu the spider. And maybe if I gave “him” a character would “he” start to feel more real, become a person that I could talk to and get to know maybe a friend. Ok let’s give it a go.

I first met Stu in the pub on a day close to its end. He was friends with one of my mates at the time and I didn’t mind his ample of legs and arms because it’s the person inside that really counts, as they say. He was quite at first like all people who finds themselves stuck with people they are new to, but after a few drinks were had everyone began to talk more. He told a story involving his sisters and brother, which there were many of to my understanding, and when he hit the ending for us to be laughing into our drinks demanding more. For one thing he’s a great guy to have around when there is a big order at the bar, all those hands -

But hang on let’s not get our self carried away now. If Stue was real you would be calling the police right now because someone you don’t know has just entered your home and tried to attack you. Is there such a thing as the spider police? Anyway, if I was to keep in the same context, I would get sued for breaking the man’s arm when I hit him with my big hilled shoe. What is one simply to do?

Your thoughts would be very helpful in my final choice. However don’t take long to answer for the thing might just die on its own wasting the whole point of this rant.