I killed Mr. Spider

And I felt badly about it. It was alive one second and I took his lil life away. It was crawling, breathing (or whatever it is that spiders do), living...and I took my shoe and crushed him. Funny how we measure life. By the size of something. The smaller it is, the less significant it is...and the easier it is to kill. Some people might say I am crazy for even writing this. But I ask why? What if there were creatures 100x our size? What if these creatures took their huge chancletas and squished us? Just effortlessly crushed every ounce of life from our bodies? Would our smallness make our death any less painful. Would it make our existence meaningless? I'm sorry Mr. Spider.