Imported Arachnid

When packing up the Island kitchen, I set aside the tin clad copper pans that mom inherited from one of the authors of her career capping editing project. These are now at our home, and I’ll research how to clean them up. One of the pieces had a spider, and its web, inside of it. Being a spider proponent, except when they invade my deeply personal space, like bed or shoes, I released her to our deck, a place she would otherwise have never seen in her Spidey life!