Whar the hell ya think yare going not that he expected an answer

the spider an appleseed wannabe stopped in midsteps its got eight legs 

                                                                                 it showed him six palms handsup asif Don shoot sheriff

anytime he catches a spider working its way along the cleavage of the ceiling and wall on invisible skeins towards the shower out of appleseeds distant corner above the sink he halts them

                                                                          Stand down bucko reverse field

maybe theyre following her latent pheromones or graffiti she scribbled she tried committing suicide three timesthree times he thwarted herblotted her up off the tub bottom with a quicktorn scrap of toilet paper and set her right sideup on the window ledge under the sun under the screen to dry and unbind her lengthy legs gams   appleseed was a huge daddylonglegs

 

he or she brought his or her hands down slowly

                                                 and asif he or she understood him they reversed themselves and wanderedsauntered back to the revampedrestitchedrehung web

he liked their cocky sauntering

                                gamely showing him their spinnerets returning to the web was their idea  he just happened to finish his showerpulled the curtain back as they were gallivantingNothing more

however for him looking to the wall above the doorway into the corner was a kneejerk reaction

     NO SPIDERSUICIDES ON HIS WATCH

                                                   appleseed beat that into his skull      

1326,  Sunday – Lughnasadh,  1  8. 21