Good Intentions
by Terrie Leigh Relf
It’s not like I don’t like spiders.
I would chase after and gently ease them into cups or napkins, carry them outside. They’re sentient beings, too, right?
But I just got so tired of being bitten.
Seriously. You should see me. Gross City! Palms and wrists, feet and ankles. . .all. . .swollen. . .up.
Then all those unmentionable areas. That soft. . .succulent. . .flesh. . .
I knew that spiders were pretty damn smart, so I decided to just squish them, wish them a speedy birth to a higher plane and all that.
Boy was I ever stupid.
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