Saturday, December 20, 2008
miss muffet and i
Within the first half hour of writing work this morning, I’ve killed three spiders in the same place. (As if I needed any help distracting myself…) They aren’t big—they’re teeny-tiny. Five could fit on the fingernail of my pinky (a thought that gives me shivers).
Yesterday, I killed ten.
Now. I liked Charlotte’s Web as much as the next kid, but a tribe of Charlotte’s hatchlings taking over my writing area? Doesn’t exactly fill me with warmth.
The trouble is, they seem to be emerging from behind my overcrowded bookshelf… which is wedged between my desk and a stack of heavy filing crates. How on earth can I be sure where their little nest is?
I’ve tried to investigate, which calls for putting my head in dangerous places: if I did see what I expected to see (a mass of baby spiders—at that point, up close), I’d pull my head out of whatever strange corner I twisted it into, and give myself either a concussion or a spine injury. Not good.
At this point, it’s either 1) dismantle the bookcase entirely (and say goodbye to today’s writing work), or 2) wait for next week’s renovations. And hope that spiders don’t grow too fast.—jl