I’M UP EARLY to find my way to the downstairs half-bath which has been dark for some time until my arrival.
While sitting, the sudden proximity of a giant spider causes shock. Centered on the door panel, now closed upon us, she is held close by and turns to face me with a widened spread of her sturdy legs.
Drawing courage, I blurt: “You’re going to die, buddy. We’re going to find out what life is like after your dead!”
Standing, stepping around, and closing the door behind me, it is just something that can wait until later. Where’s my coffee.
Thwarticus 