If Molly Keeber hadn’t killed that spider her life would be very different. She first saw the spider crawling up the wall in her kitchen. She hated spiders. Her first reaction was to ignore the arachnid. Allow it to crawl away and she could pretend it was never there at all. It was a shame she didn’t follow her instincts. Instead she forced herself to go to the bathroom, grab a length of toilet paper and wad it into a weapon any spider would fear.
“Buck-up and kill it.” She told herself.
With a quick dab of the bathroom tissue, she crushed the spider’s tiny body into a mangled mess. She pinched the spider and the toilet paper between two fingers.
“Sick!”
After tossing all the evidence into the toilet, she flushed the spider to a watery grave.
She went on through the day in a very ordinary way. The killing never bothered her simply because she didn’t know what she was missing.
The spider she killed was a poisonous black widow. If she had let the spider go on living, it would have returned that night. It would have followed her to her bed and bit her on the heel just before she fell asleep. She would have immediately gone to the hospital where she would meet Dr. David Carlson who would have, luckily, diagnosed her with a cancerous tumor in her leg. The cancer would have been caught early enough that it was easily treated. During a follow-up visit, Dr. Carlson would have asked her out to dinner. They would have talked for hours and really hit-it-off. Six months later they would get married and start a family. She would have lived a happy and wealthy life, but she killed the spider.
Instead, Keeber went to bed that night and no spider came. She might have died from the cancer if the furnace hadn’t been spewing out carbon monoxide that night.
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