Small things that bite...

One of the very first posts on this blog (well over a year ago -- je suis a late bandwagon jumper, bien sur) was of a particular incident with a yellow-green spider.

Specifically, that it ran across my face and bit my chin, after I was courteous enough not to kill it two hours earlier.

The other night as I was preparing for bed, I noticed something on the ceiling of the bathroom.

Some things.

Like, 15 of them.

Small, baby spiders. The green fellas - ones that like to bite me. I'm not a big fan of dealing death to anything that isn't an earwig, a mosquito or a fly... But I smited those poor little guys, knowing they would spread, breed and bite.

I apologized to as many as possible in my attempt to deliver quick and painless death, before moving on to the ones in the shower, and those that quaked on the kitchen ceiling.

In retrospect, I suppose I could have attempted to catch as many as possible before releasing them outside.

But I did feel bad. Poor little guys.