{"id":400,"date":"2017-10-22T00:01:57","date_gmt":"2017-10-22T04:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kirabug.com\/?p=400"},"modified":"2017-09-08T21:54:40","modified_gmt":"2017-09-09T01:54:40","slug":"day-52-unnecessary-cruelty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/10\/day-52-unnecessary-cruelty\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 52: Unnecessary cruelty?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Day 52:<\/p>\n<p>I went out to harvest my carrots and wheat today, and there was a pony-sized spider standing between me and the garden.<\/p>\n<p>I killed it with my sword.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m feeling a bit weird about it because, at least during the day, the pony spiders are never aggressive. (Well, except for that one stuck in the cavern that fell on my head. I&#8217;m thinking &#8220;mitigating circumstances&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>And I don&#8217;t much like killing spiders because they get goo (ichor?) all over my sword blade. Granted, it turns to dust and falls off, but I&#8217;m still thinking that can&#8217;t do anything good for the sword.<\/p>\n<p>If they didn&#8217;t try to kill me at night, I&#8217;d leave the pony spiders alone. Most days, I do leave them alone. But this one was between me and my food. I try to tell myself that I killed it for threatening my food, but I didn&#8217;t. I just killed it for being in my way.<\/p>\n<p>Some days I don&#8217;t even recognize myself anymore.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_412\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-412\" style=\"width: 2732px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-412 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?resize=525%2C394&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"Sketch of a pony-sized spider looking cute. It has four red eyes, a large grey body with black spots on it, and black-striped legs. Labeled &quot;Pony spiders are also sometimes cute.&quot;\" width=\"525\" height=\"394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/kirabug.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/One-Among-The-Dead-52.png?resize=1024%2C768&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-412\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Maybe more cute if their eyes weren&#8217;t red<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 52: I went out to harvest my carrots and wheat today, and there was a pony-sized spider standing between me and the garden. I killed it with my sword. I&#8217;m feeling a bit weird about it because, at least during the day, the pony spiders are never aggressive. (Well, except for that one stuck &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/2017\/10\/day-52-unnecessary-cruelty\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Day 52: Unnecessary cruelty?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-400","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-among-the-dead"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pdUhYo-6s","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=400"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":582,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/400\/revisions\/582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=400"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=400"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kirabug.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=400"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}