There have been many hardships in my life, but I would not trade the lessons I learned from them for smoother days. However... there is that one incident... Nothing good ever came of it.

If I could turn the clock back, I would without hesitation, kill that spider.

That morning, I had rolled over and opened my eyes to see a teensy spider perched upon my pillow. Spiders generally don't bother me much, and so I blinked and stared for a moment. Due to a sleeping disorder, it's fairly common for me to become disoriented or even hallucinate upon awakening.

That's why it was not odd to me to perceive a young girl's face on the body of this arachnid.

But as I continued blinking and slowly coming to my senses, the face did not melt away into the normal eight eyes and pedipalps. So I scooped the creature into a jar and went about my normal morning routine. Perhaps upon returning, I'd see it in its true light.

After my shower, I discovered to my horror that not only did the human face remain on the spider, but it had grown to nearly fill the entire jar. Not only that... but she smiled at me. The very marrow in my bones seemed to turn to jelly under that smile.

Before I could act, she stretched her legs out and burst forth from the jar in a dazzling rush of wind and glass shards. I threw my arms up in front of my face instinctively, resulting in deep gashes through my forearms.

This seemed to excite the spider and in turn she continued to grow and grow and her face matured into that of a beautiful-- albeit terrifying-- woman.

Her eyes wide with madness, she opened her mouth and sent forth a deluge of smaller spiders, floating across the room on gossamer parachutes.

That's when I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I found myself in a human-sized glass jar, the lid tightened fast, with a few holes poked in the top. Not nearly enough air holes, as the air in here seems to be quite heavy and dead.

There is nobody to keep me company now, save the scores of tiny spiders with little girls' faces, who come to gawk at me in my jar and tap on the glass. Sometimes they unscrew the lid just long enough to toss in a piece of bread.

How I wish I'd killed that spider on my pillow.

Embrace them. There's no need for discrimination, even if the zombies do take all our jobs.