I rolled up a big newspaper and got ready to smack it to destruction. The thigns was too poisononous to live.
Then it talked. I hate it when spiders try to talk me out of squishing them.
"How will history remember you?" asked the spider.
"I don't care," I said, "I won't be around for it."
The spider twitched its mandibles wryly, "You may be around much later than you think."
And then I...