Life Story

I watched in awe as the bestial spider raced about, devouring the hatching young. Sucking the infants dry, or perhaps slaying them for a future meal, it made no difference to the lifeless newborns littering the forest floor. The tyrant spider killed without mercy, were they his young or did they belong to another? Last year my neighbor shot his wife. The little boy in the baby blue house across the street, the one who won the spelling bee last year, he saw it happen; my neighbor shot him too.