In the Autumn, long-legged spiders start striding across our walls and floors. They are males and they are looking for mates.
In the Autumn, our independent daughter who, over the summer, fixed passports currency and tickets on her own suddenly needs us.
In case you can’t read it, the note reads:
“I know I’m a bad person for leaving this spider here, but SHIT is it big and I just can’t face it on my own,,,
(a very frightened) Carenza xx"