Eee.

[owlmoose]

There is a big giant spider on the wall right next to my desk.

I can't stop looking at it. It's very distracting. (At least I haven't run out of the room shrieking.) I kind of want it gone, but I can't bring myself to kill it and would feel like a true idiot asking the student to do it. We can't really liberate it either -- I'm on the second floor and the windows don't open.

*shiver*

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[oswulf.livejournal.com]

I cannot deal with bugs. Cockroaches, ants, just--bugs. Spiders are not bugs. Spiders kill bugs. So I like spiders.

I understand how that would work as an intellectual excuse. What I don't understand is how that can feel right to me on a gut-level. But it does.

Dunno. Maybe Peter Parker humanized them for me or something.

[owlmoose.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I can get that on an intellectual level -- bugs are bad, spiders eat bugs, therefore spiders are good. But I still have the gut reaction of the squirms to anything creepy-crawly, even if they eat other creepy-crawlies.

It never did come back. I kinda wonder what happened to it, but mostly I don't want to think about it. :)