A little brown recluse spider came in from the cold. It was resting on the handle of my screendoor and I just caught sight of it before I reached for the handle to go outside. Any other spot and I might of not squashed you in the green-white folds of a discarded snot rag. Any other– but it was like you were waiting for me, right there perched on the only spot that allowed an exit. Out into the cold night. Man, it’s a cold night tonight.