I made a deal with the creepy black spider setting up web on my bathroom floor. I think he came here from Mars.
He captures, questions and then eats the silver centipede running around my soap dish or I'll tear his home apart and crush his body into oblivion.
Suddenly I felt the enormous power I have over this spider. Like God. You know, the all-powerful and benevolent God we pray to every day. The one who may spare you one day and then send you into oblivion the next morning, before you've had coffee.
But if I'm all-powerful, why can't I catch the centipede myself?
I guess I work in strange ways.
Praise be to God.
