Me (home alone): *Sees spider, steps on it.*

Wife (some time later): “What’s that?”

Me: “A dead spider, I stepped on it.”

Wife: “Why didn’t you pick it up?”

(I was too lazy, that required bending over)

Me: “I wanted its corpse to serve as a warning to all the other spiders.”

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