I was half naked in the other room I heard you raising your voice about a spider. I slipped on my shirt and came out to you. You asked me to squish it. The first thing that came to my head was how I didn't want the spider to die. He wasn't bothering me. Or you. He just made you squeamish. That's all. I took a second look in your eyes and turned my body. I smacked that spider, bare handed, against the white cupboard door. I took a third look in your eyes. You were taken by surprise and told me that was gross. I just smiled. You smiled back. And that spider, I'm sure, gave me bad karma.