[Guitar Woman]

I've taken to scooping spiders up in paper towels and crushing them as hard as I can squeeze. Everyone thinks I'm sadistic, but fuck them.

I saw a big thick brown one crawling down the wall behind my desk yesterday; I tried to drive him higher so I could smash him, but the little bastard crawled down on the carpet and basically disappeared, he was blending in so well. I've spent most of the time since then in a twitchy paranoia waiting for him to crawl up my pants and murder me, or until I pick up a piece of paper and find him chilling underneath it and scampering away to parts unknown waiting to fuck my shit up some more.

I hate him so much that I'm not going to give him the pleasure of a crushing death if I find him again, I'll just trap him under a glass or something and watch as he struggles to escape and eventually dies slowly of starvation and/or asphyxiation, the little fuck. Or maybe I'd take him outside and set him on fire, that could be fun.

Maybe I am a bit sadistic.