“Kill no Vermin as Fleas, lice ticks &c in the Sight of Others, if you See any filth or thick Spittle put your foot Dexterously upon it if it be upon the Cloths of your Companions, Put it off privately, and if it be upon your own Cloths return Thanks to him who puts it off.” G. Washington
There is a spider in the laundry, and another
in the bathroom. I try to not look in the basement.
I catch them with a paper and a cup, then outside
they go. Did you know there is a myth in which spiders
weave the threads that hang stars in the sky?, the sheer fabric
that is the transparent warp and weft of the heavens,
the tapestry of all Creation. Some believe they
labor forever, making the magic of our lives.
Some believe the existence of spiders undermines
belief in science, for only God could imagine
creatures as strange as spiders. so entirely unlike
us. This is why I want to save them, these mythical
makers of all things. He chuckled. I know, he says, that’s
why I like to kill them — to destroy the Universe.