hatch ovenbird I think he killed the spider that was living above my front door. I think he killed the spider who was guarding a purse full of eggs. I think he killed the spider that I had been saying hello to daily since October, hoping she would survive the winter against the odds, hoping she would see spring. For months she stayed hidden above the carport light but one day she built a web right across the front doorway. I admit it was a little startling to find her there. He complained that he was likely to run straight into the web on his way to work. So I tried to relocate her. I gently destroyed the web three times, only to find it rebuilt in the morning and I was dismayed by how much energy she must be using. And then she was gone. The web was gone. And she didn’t come back. And I think he killed her but I can’t ask because if I ask I’ll know the answer and if he killed her I don’t want to know because then he will be her killer. Every day I check on the babies asleep in their silk bed. I couldn’t protect her, but maybe I can protect them. I refuse to sweep away the cobwebs. I pretend to be unaware of everything that’s creeping towards nativity. 260218 what's it to you? who go blather from