Tags: compassion, daughter, father, insect, spider
If it crawls on the walls or ceilings, hides in the corner, or has made a web at the windowsill, she rescues it.
If it has thick black legs, or long thin legs, or six or eight legs, she rescues it.
If it has wings, a thorax, antennae, or exoskeleton, she rescues it.
Whatever the type of insect or spider, upon discovering it in the house, she promptly gets a glass and gently scoops it up. She places a piece of paper at the top, and scurries outside to release the beast in the wild. Where it was meant to be.
The other day, when she was wiping down the kitchen counter with a washcloth, she accidentally killed a few ants. By her reaction, you would have thought our dog died.
That’s our girl! The compassionate, spider rescuer. (She takes after her father.) 🙂