I was washing the dishes and harmonising with the music playing through my phone when I noticed an insect had become trapped in the web on the window in front of me. As quick as a flash the spider was there, frantically spinning the insect in silk confines. Eventually, the insect stopped struggling; I wasn’t sure if it had died or had just given up but it filled me with such sadness that I began to cry. Right there, hands still in the hot water clutching the plate I was washing, I collapsed on to my elbows and sobbed. I sobbed for the spider being able to eat that day. I sobbed because the insect died in the way that it probably feared most. I sobbed because, sometimes, your worst nightmare is someone else’s salvation.