Spider battles ( number one )

One evening I was quietly sitting at my computer when I happened to look upward and on the ceiling was a big black spider. I made a dash to the kitchen to grab my step ladder and one of my converse tennys lying on the floor. Standing on the ladder with shoe in hand, I swatted at the ugly ole spider. ( I missed.)
As if to taunt me, the spider webs down to my filing cabinet, landing on top of my income tax forms. I took my shoe and beat the forms with such fierce, it was as if I was beating the IRS man himself.
When I knew the spider was good as dead, I stopped the beating, looked at the papers, no spider guts. I then looked on the bottom of my shoe. None there either. It was then that I felt the throbbing to the knuckle of my index finger. It was bleeding and starting to swell.
In the heat of battle with the spider, the only damage I caused was to my own finger.
And yet, the spider still lives.