If you leave our house at nightfall, walk straight ahead, don't turn to the left.
Charlotte has been spinning her web each evening. I could get the broom from the kitchen and wipe her out.
This morning a slightly smaller spider had entered my car by the window I had left open. In the close space, my pacifistic feelings were overcome by my survival instincts--it's either you or me.
Off came both my shoes and the splot of protoplasm disappeared in mid-air. I feel no guilt.
