Six months ago, I was all hippie zen about the bugs I’d occasionally find scaling the walls of my apartment. Mostly because the “bugs” were spiders, which are not actual bugs but arachnids, and arachnids had, at some unknown point in my personal history, won my favor. Their graceful hair-strand legs. Their intricate webs. Their contributions to the environment. The spiders I’ve known had Purpose. They were not bad dudes. I don’t wish them harm; I’m happy…
