I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning with a cup of tea and my blogs to read, not noticing the sound of a fly buzzing behind me until the sound suddenly changed. The buzz became much quicker. It sounded like the fly was trapped somewhere. I turned around, and so it was: it was trapped in a web and a spider was slinking over to it.
I had to leave.
It was a very strange feeling, knowing that I too had killed many a fly in my day or encouraged various dogs or cats to get them. But there was something about this particular experience that was strangely disturbing. As natural and as common as it was, it was a scene that seemed quite cruel.