I killed a spider yesterday. I didn’t mean to. It was in my kitchen sink, hidden under a toaster tray. It jumped out and startled me when I went to wash a few things. We’re upstate and it happens here sometimes. Critters rule the world up here. It’s part of the magic of the Adirondacks.
The response to killing another living creature, another part of the great unfolding, should be pain and shock, and revulsion. The tragedy of this culture is that we have created a mental seperation from all that not only makes up this planet, but actually enables and supports our ability to be born and to live, is that those feelings seem to be missing in so many.
I dislike spiders immensely, but I try not to kill them.
I usually catch them under a glass and then slide paper underneath, before moving them.
Occasionally they are big enough that my biggest glass isn't wide enough to contain their legs.
Then I run away.
I'm lucky not to live in Australia, nor anywhere I have to experience the terrifying camel spider.
The response to killing another living creature, another part of the great unfolding, should be pain and shock, and revulsion. The tragedy of this culture is that we have created a mental seperation from all that not only makes up this planet, but actually enables and supports our ability to be born and to live, is that those feelings seem to be missing in so many.