On Tuesdays, participating bloggers share a “slice of life” and post the link at Two Writing Teachers.
I wrote this one in the fall of 2012 while living in Duncannon, Pennsylvania.
The spiders thrive here because of the river’s bounty of bugs to munch. I not only cohabitate with spiders, but I routinely clean dead insects from the floor, bookshelves, heaters and window sills. The spiders come in all sizes, like the 2-millimeter arachnid dangling lazily by the board game shelf right now, or the inch-long ones that scuttle across the floor. There’s one that’s been in the accordion folds of the air conditioner for weeks. I guess it’s dead but I thought I already cleaned that exact same kind from that spot.
The outdoor stairway to my apartment wears robes of cobwebs. The other day there was a bug’s corpse that was almost as long as my hand, lying supine by the mailboxes. It had wings like a cape and large antennae protruding from its head. It repulsed me. It was the miniature image of what could be a human-sized bug in a horror movie.