A Daddy Long-Legs to be exact, and the child inside reminded me to not destroy it by washing it down the drain, even thought it was near my shampoo and body wash. It’s bad luck to kill a Daddy Long-Legs, the kid said.
“Yes,” said the Long Legs, “it is bad luck, and you need all the luck you can get.”
“You’re speaking from my negative attitude,” I said to the Daddy. “You’re accentuating my negativity by talking for it, making me believe that I do need all the luck I can get.”
“Shut up,” said the spider. “You’re self-actualizing by making it real, convincing yourself. I’m just calling it like it is.”
“I should wash you down the drain.”
“You know what will happen if you do.”