It was there waiting for me
when I pulled back the curtain.
when I pulled back the curtain.
Hiding, silent, unexpected, scuttling into motion,
with the spray of the water
suddenly altering its world of quiet
patience and sleep (if spiders sleep).
Science will say it was more
afraid of me than I was
of it. But I don't know
about that. And philosophy will say
suffering can produce strength. But after
weighing if I really needed a
shower today, I then remembered psychology
talking about something called a collective
memory, and so I summoned long-
mouldering cave-ancestors to help muscle
mouldering cave-ancestors to help muscle
the spider toward its drain. Then,
victorious, I resumed my expected routines.
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