something just happened which, if i wasn't so exhaustedly blasé, i would almost certainly deem horrific. a spider - nasty enough in itself - just managed to abseil from my ceiling directly down towards the one candle burning in my room, until it got within a couple of inches of the flame and, observed by my disbelieving eyes, was horribly burnt. it reversed its direction of movement and crawled back up its thread but was obviously injured, and confirmed this by losing a leg which hung just below it by some spider web. i suppose i'm grateful that i didn't get a little fireball suspended in midair, but the smell of burning spider still repulsed me and so i played god by crushing it in a tissue.
