The Spider, a short story by Richard A. Ridley. Date added: 2011-01-01. Times viewed: 4779.
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- Intro: I called him Boris. He stayed around for a week or two and then went back out into the garden. I hope it all worked out for him.
The spider in my bathroom is waiting for a fly,
To my knowledge he’s caught nothing since last week,
Every time I use the basin I can feel eight beady eyes,
As I’m brushing at my teeth,
I’ve thought of catching flies myself,
To ease his hungry hunting load,
Or buying chocolate-covered ants,
From the all-night deli down the road,
With his hungry eyes and his hairy legs,
He cuts such a forlorn figure,
But it occurred to me that the more he eats,
The more he will get bigger.
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