I've always been suspicious of the spider that lives under the bath. What does he do there all day? Plotting and planning, organising his kingdom come the revolution, I imagine.
So I wrote a little story, Eensy Weensy, about this evil wee beastie, which Bewildering Stories have published this week.
Also, check out Oonah V Joslin's poem, Whatever Happened to Tea - and Sympathy?
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Avis sent me this link after I posted (on Facebook) that I found a huge black hairy house spider in my bed last night. I guess it serves me right for changing the sheets without asking him...
Wonderful story, thank you :-)
PS - I *hope* my spoder's still safely outside...
Yuk yuk yuk, Katy! *Shudder* They've vindictive little things, aren't they? You probably interrupted his plans for world domination.
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