Sunday, December 16, 2012

swirls of festivity

There is a microscopically minuscule spider walking across my keyboard as I type. It's a tiny little thing, and it is, quite frankly speaking, adorable. Lately, I've found myself unwilling to squash any insect that stumbles across my path. So usually I scramble for some portable surface, wait for it to crawl upon it, then whisk it away out the door. A life is a life, is it not? Would it be acceptable for a giant to unceremoniously step upon us just because to its eyes we appeared nothing more than ants?




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