A spider is weaving a web outside my kitchen window. The arachnid reminds me of my Uncle Strimps - dark, round and fully packed - so that is what I call him. Only difference is that Uncle Strimps was a plumber, not a tailor.
For days, I've been talking to Uncle Strimps as I stand at the window. He works diligently, only stopping occasionally to peer back at me as I stare at him. Sometimes, he rolls himself up into a ball and turns his head away as if he doesn't want to be bothered.
This morning, the first rain of the season came and Uncle Strimps has disappeared. I now find myself obsessively browsing the Internet to find out where spiders go in the rain.
11 October 2012
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