The Last Spider I Killed

I was standing at the window, smoking a bowl. I was watching the groundhog walk from my neighbor’s backyard into mine. I thought about how much that groundhog and its family had pissed off my parents, for they ruined electrical wires, leaving our outdoor hot tub unusable.
But my parents’ strife was in vain. The groundhog looked so cute and serene to me, and I knew that it didn’t understand it was creating a problem for us. It was just living.
I then saw the groundhog standing only a few feet away from a bird. They were looking in opposite directions. They didn’t acknowledge each other at all. It was honestly strange to me, seeing two completely different creatures in the wild, peacefully coexisting. I thought all of this was beautiful.
Just then, a particularly ugly, transparent spider made a casual stroll down inside my window, right in front of me almost, and was walking in a straight line. It didn’t pose a threat, but my silly human mind clothed itself in terror.
My first instinct was to grab a tissue and kill it.
I put aside rational thoughts in order to get the spider out of my sight- crushed under the tissue, and thrown away.
I ran and grabbed a couple tissues out of the box. I went to the window. The spider was still continuing on its straight-line stroll down my windowsill. Its route had not wavered. I didn’t take time to think. I just pressed down on it with the tissues.
I threw the spider’s life away.
Then I realized that I hadn’t needed to kill it. I could have left it alone, and it would have almost certainly left me alone.
I quickly felt like a fool, but God understood, and somewhere, another spider was merely born...