#23 into the crapometer
Sarah peered at the baby spiders running around the edge of the bathroom window. They must be newly hatched, she thought. But how did they know not to eat each other? Maybe they can still smell each other, and the smell was familiar. She watched as one dangled idly, then rappelled
She felt inordinately glad to see them. Some months ago, another spider had nested in the
opposite corner of the window, and she'd ... not befriended it exactly, nor made a pet of it (can
you make a pet of a spider?), but she'd catch insects for it, and feed it. Then one night, a
daddy-long-legs had hovered near. Would they fight? Would her spider eat the other?
Eventually, she went to bed. In the morning, her spider had gone. She probably could've saved it,
but that seemed to break a code of conduct somehow. Her spider was not wily enough and so
had been eaten. That's the law of things, the law of insect life.
Still, she missed her spider. She missed the rather exciting ritual of catching its food and offering it in a way that enticed, even though the insects were more than dead.
Seeing baby spiders here tonight seemed like a good omen. If she were inclined to
anthropomorphize - and really, she thought, she was - these ones seemed like little trapeze
artists, trying out their skills for fun.
She washed her hands in the sink, dried them on the hand-towel hanging in its brass ring, and
then looked into the mirror. Red hair: neat and tidy. Teeth clean: yes. She leaned closer into
the glass. There, under the rim of her left eye, a nerve pulsed steadily, like some beast's little
heart, trapped in there by mistake.
this is just so not for me. The idea of a girl feeding spiders just squicks me to the core. And spiders IN the house....Miss Snark is standing on her desk screaming for Boopsie the Exterminator.
A couple details that stand out: can you you rappel UP? Rappelling (such as mountain climbers and SWAT teams do) is the quick downward motion of sliding down a rope. I think if you're going UP it's called climbing. I could be wrong...any contributors on this?
And I have an antipathy toward people looking in the mirror to describe themselves. If description has to be inserted in such an awkward way, leave it out, it's not furthering the story. Miss Snark gazes into the glass regularly but its only to powder the pince-nez mark on her beak.
This would be a pass for me.