By Patricia Feinberg Stoner

I knew it was in there.

My rational self told me the room was empty, but every shivering nerve in my body told me different.  Something was waiting. 

I stood there, frozen, before I plucked up the courage to reach for the doorknob.  The door swung open, and the monster lurched toward me.  I heard its slithering scutter.  I saw its limbs reaching – black and scaly, black and hairy.  I saw its fangs, glistening, and its eyes – oh, its eyes!  I screamed.

“Don’t be silly,” said my husband, and scooped the small spider out of the bath.


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