Spectrum of Nonviolence

If spiders surprise her in the shower,
they get it. Eight legs
smushed in a piece of toilet paper.
But she calls herself a pacifist,
and every other creature
gets a free ride, alive, back into nature.

I can smash a fly in my bare fingers.
My husband will stop mid-conversation
to stalk one with a newspaper.
Still, he is not yet sure
which disconcerts him more:
a loose fly loud and wild in his house
or its body crushed in my palm.
Either one gets him out of sorts.