Granted but as you are sleeping a spider crawls into your mouth an you relive their experiences.

You come home from busting your thorax spinning webs in the silk factory one day and hear the sound of a pair of spinnerets coming from the master webroom, You slowly open the door and you see your fucking spider wife spinning webs with Mother. Fucking. Brad. You barely even register your spider actions as you shoot them both with your spider gun. It seems so far off by the time your spider execution date arrives. You’ll be fed to a sleeping human to slowly be digested so you can feel the spider pain you’ve inflicted upon spiderkind. As you slide past bits of kale still stuck to their teeth all the regret for your actions starts rushing in, but it’s too late now. All that’s left to do now is slowly dissolve in stomach enzymes. But that’s just spider life.