a tiny, blonde-ish spider has built a web under & along the side of one of the small knicknacks in my bathroom. i don't have the heart to kill it, or the energy to save it. so each time i wash my hands, i carefully avoid knocking into it, and watch it sit there with it's tiny spider optimism that a fly small enough to get caught in it's very, very tiny web will one day materialize in my bathroom, make its way toward the sink, and sure enough, bumble its way into death. i am cheering for the spider, really. but not very optimistic about it's chances. maybe i will get kyra to set it free, perhaps delicately placing the knicknack outside on the porch rail. i will miss it.