This is the tragic tale of Sammy the Spider, as told from his point of view.
Let me say that I greatly dislike spiders, yet ever since I was a child, I have always felt guilty when I unwittingly tore apart the webs they took so long to build. I also remember how incomprehensible it was for me to understand why spiders still had the will to make another web after I had just destroyed it. They simply are never discouraged from my careless atrocities. (You'd think they'd learn by now that I am never, ever going to be a cautious person.)
I absolutely despise the sensation of having spiderwebs strung across my skin. Ugh.
Sorry for doing that to you this morning, Sammy.
Barb the French Bean
