up against the spider line

where agreeableness ends and chicken feed begins

Spiders? You feed your chickens spiders? How could you? I love spiders.

There comes a point in every relationship when it’s time to stop being agreeable for the sake of being agreeable.

Whether it’s a romance or conversation with the lady at the cash at the home despot, there comes a time when enough is enough.

In this case it was spiders.

Spiders.

I drew the line at spiders.

My husband was so gentle, he would never hurt a fly. Even spiders, he would always throw them out of the house.

I don’t like spiders. They bite at night and are generally creepy. If they were big enough, I’d boil them alive and serve them with butter.

Wait.

I already do that with the water spiders that some of you call ‘lobster’.

I’m doing some handyman work for a lovely woman. She’s in her seventies. Her husband died from Oldtimers disease a while ago and she lives in a big home with her special olympian son.

They are religious.

They are kind.

They are lovely.

And she’s crazy.

Now being batshit crazy is something I expect f…