Came upstairs and noticed a juvenile white tail spider on my glass bricks up the stairs. Couldn't use spray on it because it was close to the spider who I have let live up here since January, and more importantly, I don't want the cats and I breathing in that poison.so, I used the water bottle spray I use sometimes to distract L from C's food because she is allergic, but a bit dumb. I watered that glass brick area so much, it leaked down through the wall (whoops) and brought my friend spider out. I didn't realize it was that spider as I was expecting it to be the white tail, and before I knew it, I had tapped it lightly once and killed it. So now I feel bad. Me and that daddy-long-legs-like spider had an understanding. It ate bush mosquitos and other spiders for me, and I let it live here. It did a great job. Until now. :-(  It had even moved its living position seemingly knowing I was about to build a wardrobe, days before I did. Thoughtful spider!
I don't like killing things, and I only do it when I am protecting another. Buy that was a senseless death.

I bet that goddamned white tail survived.

Now I can't help but imagine if that massive huntsman who staggered inside the cat door and died the other day, had ran up here instead. My estimation of its size was taken by my father seeing it the next day saying 'jeez, that was one massive boy'. Lucky for me, that one died before it walked over my face at night. Or did it? Remember, I did say recently that just three morning prior I had awoken to feeling something walking on my arm, then C had flicked his own paw just near where the crawling had occurred....