I sat down at the piano and started practicing. Halfway through "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing," I realized there was something on the wall to the right of the piano. It was a daddy long-legs, as still as could be. I tried to ignore it and continue heralding, then finally got a swatter from the kitchen and flattened it.
Now I felt guilty. What if that delicate spider had been Mozart in a past life and was drawn to the sound of music?
Oh well, if it had been Mozart, my piano playing would killed him off anyway.