it's_easy ovenbird to fall in love with a spider. All you have to do is see a spider on the other side of the glass, clinging to the car window an inch from your daughter’s face as you drive. You’re already in love when her face twists in revulsion and she says, “I hope it dies.” And everything in you screams because you’re in love with the spider (though you haven’t really met). You’re in love with the way it wants to live and the way it holds on when it should be impossible to hold on. When you get home it’s gone. And that is how your heart breaks every day. 260921 what's it to you? who go blather from