Human Nature

     The spider in the corner. It means no harm, it just wants to live. It has no interest in the likes of humans. The slender black widow with its poison bite. The quick legs darting around on the floor, so close to the web it calls home. There is a person with it, as there usually is. A woman, in this case. She didn't notice it at first when it crawled in through the front door and thought not of the small strands of silk the spider used to start constructing a new home. It's been a while now. The woman finally saw the arachnid's new home, the web strung up with flies and mosquitoes, the well known symbol on its back. She flipped. She yelled and screamed and kept her eyes on the spider. The insect that just wanted a new comfortable home. The woman knows what to do. What she always saw her parents do. She finds her shoe and with the black widow thinking it was safe in its web, the shoe descends. The spider is dead, the woman scared, the house silent.

     Now tell me, what was the truly terrifying, dangerous something? The woman, the spider, or the unawareness?