Spiders

Spiders creep me out, but at the same time, they're a lot like me. At least, the Daddy Longlegs variety are.
I was just in my bathroom when one came strutting on by (do spiders strut? Yeah, maybe not.) My first urge was to squish it dead, but then I decided to observe it for a while. It eventually made its way to the tub, all the while I'm urging it to stay away from me, and began its descent up. It was kind of clumsy because every time it took a step (steps? Eight legs? I don't know.) forward, it would poke one of its legs out cautiously, or maybe to catch itself. I'm kind of like that too. I'm constantly tripping or having accidents. So, because of this, the spider lives. Other members of my household might not appreciate my sentiments, but Harold the Spider rolls on.