I felt bad. I mean, it had to happen.

This is like, when people pleasing goes into like, inter-species pleasing.

I'm literally like, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Basically. Yeah.

I felt bad, because I like ants. I mean, I don't like them in my shit, but I appreciate the ants.

Yeah. That's how I feel about spiders. I accept them.

They can all fucking die.

And I really, I do my very best to like, catch and release.

And like, the best is if I catch them in a cup and like, hold them in.

And then I go to the little balcony of my bedroom, and I fling them into the courtyard.

And I send them on a fun mission, but relocate them, and to like, a plant area.

Fly free! Eeeep!

Yeah. But I think they're light. So I feel like if they hit the dirt, they're fine.

Well, some of them fly with the wind.

Yeah. And like, you, this is a fun journey for you. Is that better than being crushed?

I hate spiders.

I like them.

Oh! They're a net positive. Bees also a net positive, but what I want, like a swarm of bees in my zone.

No. But what I love to be keep, yes.

I don't like the idea that spiders leave things to be eaten later.

It's like grocery shopping.

And that.

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