Spider

There was a spider in here. The first time I saw it, I tried to get something to catch it with, so I could put it outside. By the time I found something and came back, it was gone. After thinking a bit, I decided that instead of trying to catch it, I should kill it, in order to make sure that it doesn't bite my parents or my parents' dog, especially my father, who has an unusual gait because of a bad knee, and who often walks barefoot. 

It came out again, and I did it. It was absolutely horrible. I cried. I hate killing. 

So sorry dear little spider who must have come in here by mistake and only wanted to live. This terrible life is not your fault.