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"
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