jstrange
There it was. Again. I swear I smashed it yesterday. I smashed it the day before. I smashed it earlier today, and wiped its guts on an old backissue of Newsweek. And once again, there it was on the desk. The same goddamned spider. I know it was the same, because once you’ve killed a thing three or four times, you get to know it. This will not do.