
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?