Trigger Warning: there is an abundance of spiders, ticks and scorpions in this story. An animal dies and generally this is a pretty damn dark story, and nobody should read it.
I see spiders. Spiders find me. I have nutty interactions with spiders almost every week. They will slide down a web in front of my face. Come over and sit beside the mouse while I work at the computer. They’ll come and do dishes with me. Spiders are my spirit animal and it’s horrific. Why not owls? Or birds? Maybe a sharp billed Raven. I would take a possum or even a grasshopper. Why Spiders oh’ Universe?
