This is a cross/re-post from Deviant Art. I wrote waaaaaaay more than I realised in the “comments” section as I was posting the photos of my mask as it went through the various stages of being made. So, I’ve decided to collect the comments here, along with thumbnails of the images. Click on the images to go to the relevant DA page and see the full-size image.

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This is step one: gathering the materials. There is a white paper mask that formed the base of the mask, a pair of rubber devil horns I picked up at a costume shop, some light-weight air-drying clay, a baggie of paper clips. Not pictured is the craft sticks that I used for the handle, as I didn’t have them at this stage.

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I did not want a full-face mask, so I put the mask on and sketched a line along one cheek where I wanted to cut. I then carefully used the piece I cut away to try and shape the other side. It was hard work getting it to be as symmetrical as possible. Something that turned out to be an on-going battle for the rest of the work.

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This is the armature that I would be sculpting onto. After cutting the rim off the bottom of the horns, I stuffed them with shredded paper (to make them a little less squishy) and hot glued them to the mask. Based on the position of the horns, I sketched circles for where I wanted the other four horns to be. I didn’t know how well the clay would hold up under it’s own weight when wet, nor how well it would adhere to the mask when it was dry. For this reason, I hot glued bent and cut paper clips to the parts of the mask where I would be building up the clay. The paper clips for the small horns are threaded through the mask (drilled with a pin vice for neatness), and hot glued on the underside. I drilled holes for the two wires that would support the nose, but the way I wanted to position the wires didn’t work that way, so the ends are set against the holes and hot glued.

Again, not pictured are the craft sticks I used for the handle. Pictured here are straws rolled in craft paper, which would have been strong enough to support the mask, and considerable lighter — once the handle was sculpted and mask was dry. This arrangement couldn’t hold up the mask when the clay was wet, and I kinda panicked about the mask being strong enough to wear all night. So I replaced the straws with craft sticks.

The craft sticks weren’t long enough, so I broke one in half, and made an arrangement of three full and two halves, hot glued so that the handle was two sticks wide, and the joins were overlapped. There are two holes drilled into the cheek of the mask, with loops made from paper clips threaded through and hot glued on the inside of the mask. The stick was threaded through the loops, then hot glued like crazy to get the angle right. I couldn’t just have the stick come straight down from the mask, or else my boobs would be in the way, so I had to angle it outwards.

I decided to have the stick on the left – despite right being more conventional – because I figured I would prefer to have my right hand free for drinks and such.

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I’m a little amused by how, in the previous photo, the yellow construction paper is all pristine and clean, and now it’s COVERED in stuff. There’s even a great big splash of red powerade from the last day of sculpting, when I managed to knock over an almost full bottle all over the floor where I was working. Go me! This was done in several stages. The first thing I did was the horns. I wanted to create a raised ring around the base of each horn, tucked in against the base of the horn like the cuticle of a nail, but I was too impatient to get the look quite right. The smaller horns were just sculpted to be plain, with a slight curve, but I really wanted the smallest horns to be just little horn buds, barely started growing. I’m really happy with the nubby shape.

When I came back to it, I changed the rings around the horns to slope neatly into the structure of the face, rather than be pronounced raised rings, which wasn’t really what I was going for. Then I started on the nose, which gave me a bit of a panic attack as I plopped a triangular slab of clay onto the bent paper clips — I had no idea how to make a nose! I decided I wanted to narrow the bridge, and a roughly shaped the flares of the nostrils, and it all just fell into place. That’s my favourite part of the mask.

I did the eyebrows at the same time. I knew I had wanted them to be frowning, and I rolled out a cylinder of clay, bent it into a frowny wriggle, and squished it on. It looked good, so I tried to do the other side and… not symmetrical. I figured it was close enough, and let it be. I also realised, as I was positioning the eyebrows, that the horns weren’t symmetrical either, but it was too late to change that.

The final part of the sculpture was the handle, and that was the biggest part, starting with the hand. I rolled out some cylinders of clay, and put them where I wanted the fingers. I started shaping, and disaster struck! While the paper mask was thicker, and therefore stronger than a plastic mask, it was also weak to getting damp. Working the clay directly onto the mask surface was causing water to soak into the mask, and the cheek directly under the hand “collapsed” under the weight of the clay. The fingers were essentially finished, so I wrapped the end of the handle in plastic wrap to keep the clay workable, and set the mask up in a way that the paper mask was pushed into the correct shape while the clay dried.

Disaster followed the next day, when it was so humid that every surface was damp. The mirror had fogged up, and the tile floors were slimy. Yuck. And my mask wasn’t drying. I took the hair dryer to it for a little bit, but I didn’t want to warp anything, so I left it for another day (though I was fast running out of days but this point).

Continuing the disaster, the flexing of the mask had meant that some of the fingers weren’t in the positions I had intended, and the arched index finger had broken where the claw joined the mask. As the clay was still a little soft, I drilled a hole (in the mask) near the claw, and another into the clay hand, and forced an un-bent paperclip into the hand, threading it through the hole and bending it down to hold the finger. The index finger is a little wonky, and I had to sculpt it larger to cover the paperclip.

Finally, I could unwrap the handle and create a… well, handle, at the bottom. I wanted to define the part to be held onto, so I sculpted a (lop-sided) rim around the lower part of the handle, and a matching base at the end. I then imbedded the inner curved part of a paper clip into the clay.

I turned the mask over, and sculpted over the bits of hot glue on the inside, which were quite blobby and irregular. So I made them smooth, even if no one was going to be looking at the inside of the mask, it mattered to me! I broke out the hair dryer again, getting the drying process started, because I couldn’t afford to lose another day to drying.

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This is the mask with an undercoat, ready for painting. I had to go shopping for paints, and I was looking at the range of acrylic paints, and one of the ranges offered three different types of black. I consider “blue-black” to be the “truest” looking black, but I wanted the mask to have a red-slant (to the point that I was intending to use very, very, very, very dark red on the mask, and only use actually black for the undercoat). So, I bought a tube of “red-black” to use as the undercoat. When painting with the red-black, it looked very brown, but it was noticeably darker when dry. The details are kinda hard to make out, cause it’s all black, but hopefully it will all be clear in the final pictures! This was UNDENIABLY the easiest part of the entire process. Paint brush, tube of paint, palette, go.

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And here it is — my finished mask!

The colour is a mix I made myself from metallic copper, beige, and red. It’s not as dark as I intended, though I did put in a little red-black, I had intended to use brown instead of beige, and the red was not as scabby as I’d hoped, it turned out to be pinker than the colour indicated on the tube.

The horns and claws were painted first with the pink-scabby-red colour mixed with a touch of red-black, with the idea that the horns/claws darken as the age. I kept adding red-black and painting towards the tip of the horns. The very tips were done in red-black, to make them nice and dark.

The inside of the mask is red-black, as I wanted it to be dark on the inside, so I didn’t continue the “skin” colour around to the inside of the mask. The thumb, that you can’t see because it’s “holding” the mask from the inside, is painted in the skin colour.

The handle was painted in red-black, and I gave the whole thing a few coats of a spray protective matte (which turned out awfully shiny despite the can’s promises of a matte finish). The handle was then wrapped tightly in black ribbon (revealing as I worked, the irregularities in the handle), hot glued in a few places to keep everything from unravelling. A red ribbon was then wrapped around the handle for contrast. This is where they loop of paperclip comes in: the ribbons went through the loop and were tied off, in addition to being hot glued in place.

The ribbons are there to protect the mask from being handled. I didn’t know how the clay/paint would react to being handled, even with the protective coat, so I wanted to wrap the ribbons around the handle to protect them. Plus, I like the look of the dangling ribbons.

For the photo, I drilled two holes through the mask into the large (hollow) rubber horns. I stuck some unbent paperclips into the holes as a temporary solution, I’ll come up with something better when I hang it permanently. I do wish I could have gotten a photo of the shadows it cast on the wall, as it was being lit from the upper left and upper right, but without the flash, the image was extremely dark, and the flash washed out the lights completely.

There was one final disaster at the painting stage. When I was sculpting the handle, I’d noticed what felt like an air bubble under the clay, and I’d worked the clay to remove it. It turns out that there wasn’t an air pocket at all, and that the handle underneath had separated. For some reason, this cause the clay to crack when it was drying, right along the “rim” of the handle. I had painted over the crack, thinking that I’d used too much water, and the clay had just shrunk a little, but when I was wrapping the handle with ribbon, I noticed it moving.

I pulled the handle off, and reattached it with copious amounts of hot glue, painting a rim of black over the join (it was supposed to be pink/brown/skin up to the edge of the “handle”, but I was in no mood to try and remix the colour at this late stage).

At the end of the day, I’m very happy with how this turned out. The nose looks exactly how I wanted it to turn out, down to the hollowed nostrils (you can’t see it in the photo, maybe I’ll have to take some more to show the inside as well).

NaNo 2010 was a blessing and disaster all rolled into one. This year, a friend I met through the Mana Bar was doing NaNo for the first time, and like all first-timers, she was keen. Being the anti-social kind of person that I am, I’d never participated in the events that the Municipal Leaders organised, despite being subscribed to their emails. Trinket was planning on attending the kick-off party (there was going to be freebies), and I decided to tag along – more to spend time with her than to meet my fellow NaNo’ers.

The KOP went fairly well, or as well as can really be expected for someone who is social malfunctioning meeting a bunch of complete strangers. On the promise that Trinket would be there as well, I also went to the first write-in. Write-ins are an interesting phenomena. A group of people meet in a common space with a collection of laptops and netbooks, and type a lot. There’s a fair amount of talking, as people go through cycles of working and taking breaks; and the ability to look up from your computer and say what is the commonly accepted plural of ibis? (true story), and actually get an answer, is great. Most people bring some sort of mp3 player and headphones, and putting your headphones on/in (earphones?) to concentrate is part of the social norm.

With the impetus of having other people around me, despite how distracting being able to hold a conversation is instead of working, I got a lot of writing done at all of the write-ins I attended. And I mostly kept attending them for that reason. Writing every single day is a chore, writing every day to a target is draining. By the time I hit about 30,000 words, I’m generally fed up with the whole idea. But knowing that I would write so well at the write-ins, I was happy to make a token effort most days, and bolster my words on Wednesday and Saturday.

As for the story, it’s tosh, but it’s better than the previous years. 2009′s effort, Blind, was a disaster of epic proportions, and I haven’t even opened the document again to see if it can be salvaged, because I’m simply so disappointed with it.

Last year I made another run up at the sequel to my novel Broken Wings. I’d made an attempt at writing a sequel before, but it had been short and uninspired. This version is also short, but it has many better ideas, and there’s potential there.

I still haven’t gone back to it. It’s pretty solid, it’s all in the right order, apart from some stuff at the start that needs to be cut before I knew what I wanted to write about. It really only needs to be moved into yWriter, broken into scenes, and re-written for quality. One day. Maybe after I finish Broken Wings.

Yeah right.

The other thing I’ve been working on is a competition called One Book, Many Brisbanes. Each year, Brisbane City Council holds this competition, soliciting short stories that are written by Queenslanders, and are set in our capital city. My mum put me on to this, because she was entering, and she challenged me to write something as well.

Being set in Brisbane, I already knew that I wanted my story to include the Mana Bar in some way. I threw out a couple of ideas, but in the end, a trip to the Mana Bar with friends game me an idea that was, IMO, quirky and fun. Hopefully quirky and fun enough that I get chosen as one of the 20 people to have their story published.

Just today, I was in the city lodging my entry over-the-counter at the Brisbane Square Library. I had saved my story and emailed it to my mum so she could print it for me, and we were going to take our entries over together. When I get there, she shows me my document, and there’s something wrong. To my (slightly exaggerated) horror, my copy is fractionally smaller than mum’s own story. For some reason, the document is printing at 11.5 pt, not the 12 pt Times New Roman specified in the terms and conditions.

Now, surely you wouldn’t be disqualified for making your font half a point smaller than requested, or for using 1.5 spacing instead of 2. But looking at my story next to mum’s, the difference is just so obvious. Now, this wouldn’t be an issue, but the version I emailed to Mum was a PDF. Without a PDF editor, I’m forced to borrow a computer at her workplace to cut and paste the text back into MSWord, resize the font, reformat the entire thing, put all the additional line breaks back in, add back in the footer.

So, I finally get the thing printed out, and I’m stapling the copies together. I notice that on the final page, there is a line break missing between two paragraphs! I look at it for a moment, and decide to leave it be. If my story isn’t going to win, it’s not going to be because there should have been an extra line break on one page.

So, my entry is in, and the winners are to be notified on the 3rd of February, so I’ll be waiting with baited breath for that. I really like what I wrote. I think it’s the second-best thing I’ve ever written, and the best isn’t finished, so it doesn’t even count.

So, that’s my sum up. I found this on the internet the other day, and it makes me laugh. I hope you enjoy:

TRON: Legacy was disappointing. See? This is what happens when you get your hopes up. I first saw TRON only a few months ago. It was the last movie we watched at one of our monthly Movie Nights (Theme: 80′s Sci Fi), and I was the only one who stayed awake through the whole thing. I loved it. TRON was a fun, speculative sci fi with characters that I had no problems relating to.

Legacy, on the other hand, seems to have decided that Sci Fi is srs bsns. Admittedly, the story concept is notably darker than that of the original, but the problem seems to be one of attitude.

TRON was a movie that gave itself permission to have fun. Flynn’s lovable rogue played off Alan/TRON’s more serious characters. He was exploring a new world, and having fun while he did it. The programs that he met were friendly, brave, and helpful. In Legacy, the Flynns are alone, everyone is the enemy, the world is hostile like never before.

The special effects were a let down. The flat 2D rendered world has been replaced with magnificent CGI worlds; but the new, simplified light suits have been stylised too far away from the circuitry-inspired origins. They are less distracting, but also less interesting. The 3D fails to impress. There was so much potential in the idea of making the “real” world flat, and make the neongasmic virtual world 3D.

The trailers promised in-your-face 3D, but the 3D effect was barely noticeable, to the point that I was trying to look for screen depth in several scenes. Legacy would have been the perfect movie to take the 3D over the top, with recognisers and lightcycles and their glowing lights projecting right out of the screen, but it just fell flat (pun intended). The TRONified Disney Logo was squeerific, but also the only time the 3D actually pops (pun also intended).

Young Jeff Bridges grows increasingly rubbery the longer we have to look at him, until right at the end there’s a cartoony moment that seems to have slipped in from the Pixar side of the business. The disc game has changed, to reflect the improved graphics, as has the lightcycle game. The new lightcycles are capable of forming curves (when originally they were locked to a grid), and they new arena features overs and unders that take a lot of the strategy out of the game. It’s more Mario Kart than TRON.

The action sequences were universally too short. TRON was a fairly short movie (1hr 30mins), while Legacy was 2 hours long (anything less, and viewers start to feel ripped off these days). The actions scenes, while pretty and in one particular case accompanied by possibly the best music since the opera scene in the Fifth Element, are broken up with expositional speeches that were solemnly quiet overly-long compared to the lack of games and fights.

There had been a lot of hype about Daft Punk scoring for Legacy, and being the music hobo that I am, I wasn’t really interested until a rhythm game I play offered the electronica track Derezzed for free download to play. I bought the soundtrack, and listened to it a few times since seeing the movie, and I have to say that it is pretty standard sci fi fare. Apart from the exceedingly short Derezzed and Tron Legacy (Final Titles) there doesn’t seem to be anything that sets this music apart from what we here in every other movie. Derezzed is a sweet track, and I would have liked to see a little more in the way of motifs in the music. All in all, the music is actually pretty… soothing. Derezzed is the only “energetic” track, which seems odd with song names like “The Game Has Changed”, “Arena”, or “Disc Wars”.

Standing alone, TRON: Legacy was an enjoyable movie, I’m just not sure it really did the original credit. Your mileage may vary.

TRON: Legacy

The SpiDEFCON system was invented on the fly a few nights ago after encountering two huntsmen spiders left me in an elevated state of agitation. Spiders do me in at the best of times, and I’m generally left paranoid for weeks on end. Even at SpiDEFCON5 – the lowest state of readiness – I’m on some level of alert for huntsmen (all invetebrates freak the bejebus out of me, as do several vertebrates, but there’s a very special hell reserved for huntsmen, as the largest ugliest spiders I am forced to come into contact with).

From least to most “ready” (aka paranoid):

The differences between the levels can be a bit fuzzy sometimes. There was a little baby huntsman in the toilet (the room, not the bowl) last night before bed. I can general clean up the corspe of a spider classified “small” or “tiny” myself, but it requires the vacuum cleaner, and obviously I wasn’t going to run the vacuum at 11:30 at night, so I had to deal with it being there (at the time of writing, it still is there, I’ll deal with it once I’ve had some sleep).

I was hovering somewhere between SpiDEFCON3 and SpiDEFCON2 all night. I was checking the floors with extreme prejudice, but as the night wore on and I wasn’t getting any sleep, and every time I tried I kept thinking about icky, horrible spiders, and the random twinges on my skin felt like there were spiders on my face and under the covers, I began to escalate to SpiDEFCON2. I even performed a fairly cursory check of the whole apartment (which belongs in SpiDEFCON2, despite the lack of thoroughness, because SpiDEFCON3 is only checking the area I want to use; whereas I was doing a check of areas I wasn’t using, because I thought it would be better to discover an invader now, while people were still home, than sometime this afternoon when I would be alone, and even if I killed the damn thing, would have to wait at SpiDEFCON2 for someone to get home and assist with corpse removal).

But, it’s full daylight now, and my puppy has joined me in bad. Hopefully the distraction (and exhaustion) will be enough that I can get some sleep. And later, I’m off to the chemist to get something to counter the stress-induced heartburn that makes me feel like someone’s lit my breastbone on fire.

I have a phobia of spiders. I have irrational fears over just about everything living thing on this planet (including social phobias that make me wary of people); but spiders trigger something way more visceral than just a fear.

Spider terrify me. They paralyse me.

I live in the great Southern Land, and the spiders here, while generally no more poisonous than your average northern hemisphere spider, they do get large enough to steal children and small dogs. And the one that really gets me going is the huntsman spider.

You might know the huntsman under another name: clock spider. Now, I’m not going to look up any reference links for you, that’s your problem. You see, my phobia of these damned creatures of Satan has gotten so bad that seeing spiders on a computer monitor sends me into a panic. Thinking about having to look at a photo of a spider sends a chill down my spine.

Luckily, I haven’t encountered a huntsman that big yet, but I have run across more than my fair share of spiders that stretch a good four inches from leg tip to leg tip. And it’s driving me up the wall.

You see, it’s four in the morning. I’m exhausted, I’m hungry. I don’t want to sleep, and I don’t dare walk around my house right now. This is why:

Last night I was getting ready for bed. I walked to my bedroom to turn the light on (because of spiders, I never walk around without a light on, or some kind of torch). It’s been a touch cool, so I was going to cross over to the external door (my bedroom has a pair doors opening out onto the driveway) and shut the glass door that I leave propped open for air flow. I hear a kind of thunk sound. The sound of something hitting the screen door.

I freeze. I suppose it could be a moth, but it sounded too large. It could have been one of my mice knocking some part of their cage, that would make a similar thin metal-on-thin metal noise; but directionality really seemed to be from the door, and the cages were behind me. I turn on the external light to take a look.

At first I see nothing. I start to think that maybe it was nothing after all. But then I see it. Between the screen and the closed side of the glass doors (it’s a pair, but I only open the second door when it’s really hot) is an adult huntsman (one of those that’s about 4″ across). It feels kinda like my heart has stopped in my chest.

I have a theory that even the adult ones can contort themselves to get through the incredibly narrow gap between the screen doors and their frame. I don’t know if it’s true, I only know that they keep getting inside. But this one isn’t inside, it’s still outside. I have an advantage.

The core of my phobia is about touching things that are icky. I’m terrified by the idea of my skin coming in contact with a spider or cockroach or slug or anything like that. Terrified to the point that I can barely even push a DEAD cockroach away from me with a broom in case it leaps up and touches me. I’ve spent countless humid summer nights with the blankets pulled over my head cause there was an insect in my room and I was too afraid to get rid of it, and terrified it would land on me. But I digress, as always.

I keep (at least) two cans of surface spray (as opposed to bug spray, this stuff is supposed to stick to surfaces and poison the bugs that crawl past it) in the house. One in my bedroom, one in the living area. This is so I don’t have to take my eyes off an invading spider if I can help it (they have a nasty habit of crawling away when you’re not looking; and the only thing worse than being able to see a spider is not being able to see a spider). So, I grabbed the nearest spray can and hosed it through the screen. It crawled away into the darkness. Maybe it came back later. Maybe it’s sitting outside my door right now, listening to me type, plotting its revenge. I’ll never know.

So, I go back out into the lounge room. I’m upset, but thankful I looked before opening the screen to get the door. It might have run inside while the screen was open. Or it might have been trapped, and frightened me in the morning. Or it might have been trapped and run inside in the morning when I opened the door again. None of these are acceptable options. Death is the preferable option. It leaving is merely tolerable. Hell, I’m thankful the spawn of satan fell down the fucking screen so I heard it.

Anyway, I was going back out to the living area to turn that light off now that I had the bedroom light on. I notice that the candle I’d lit that evening was still burning and I change direction to put it out. The only light on is the one over my desk, so it’s fairly shadowy. I see something on the floor. Fuck me dead, it’s another fucking spider. Not quite as big. Big e-fucking-nough.

I still have the spray can in my hand. I’d forgotten to put it down in my agitated state. I spray that fuck too. It runs around a bit, and I’m doing my stay-the-fuck-away-from-me dance where I try to chase it and spray it again and again, while keeping a respectable distance away, and out of its direct path.

Eventually it crawled under the couch, where I presume it came from. It came out again, it looked pretty groggy, but it disappeared again. I’m worried that it didn’t die. Sometimes you can’t tell. Sometimes these things are fucking Superman and you need a kryptonite cricket bat to kill them (I sprayed a small one, once, less than 1.5″ across; I followed it around for something like ten minutes before it finally went into its death throes).

There was nothing for it. I had to assume (hope) it died. I put out the candle and the light and go back to my bedroom. Spray still in hand, and I have at the door. I spray the screen all around the frame and I spray the floor and I spray where the two screens meet. Then I spray some more for good measure. I go into the hall and spray around the door that leads in from the garage (I hate that damn door – cockroaches are always coming in under it; fortunately they die when they walk across the spray).

I close the curtains (I never did shut the door), and get on the bed. I’m too strung out to sleep. I don’t want to turn off the light. I figure that there was definitely one spider hanging out down here, creeping out after dark. If I turn this light off, how many more will come sneaking out? I play around with twitter and I read the fora. I play some Fruit Ninja.

I concede on the issue of the light. It’s late. It’s impolite. I keep playing with my iPhone. I google “how to keep spiders out of the house” (the consensus is mostly “be a better housekeeper”, they like places that are dusty; apparently they also hate strongly-scented oils like citrus and eucalyptus). Finally, I need to go to the bathroom.

First, I use my iPhone to check that the light switch is spider-free. It is, so I turn the light on. Then I peer over the edge of the bed to make sure there are no spiders on the floor. Truth be told, I do this almost every damn day, I just search more intently when there’s been a recent spider incident. I grab the spray can in case the one from my couch decided to go for a walk and I go to the door. I peer out into the hallway. Again, I do this every night, but it’s usually just checking the floor to make sure I won’t step on one. Tonight I check the floor and the walls and the ceiling, in both directions.

The toilet door is almost directly opposite the bedroom. I step across the hall and inspect the toilet. I turn that light on too. I check behind the door (I live alone, I don’t close the door just to use the amenities).

I don’t check quite as thoroughly on the way back. I get back into bed, turn out the light, pull the covers up to my chin (holy crap, I’m tired; I just tried to type “chin up to my covers”). I play games on my iPhone. I get tired. I start thinking that I might be able to sleep. But it’s been over an hour and I need to pee again (apparently going to the toilet a gazzilion times is now part of my “going to bed ritual”). So I go through the whole process again.

It goes much the same as before, except for one small hiccup. There’s a dead spider on my floor. Well thank fucking Optimus I was using the light. When my fear/paranoia is at it lowest ebb, I switch on a small malfunctioning torch that hangs from my bed head, I don’t usually take it with me. It provides enough illumination to (hopefully) spot a dark-coloured huntsman on the pale-coloured floor. If I’d done that tonight, I might not have even looked at the floor that closely. I might have thought it was just a piece of debris thrown down by my mice. I might have stepped on it. Fortunately, I didn’t.

Unfortunately, it gave me even more to worry about. Like: JUST HOW MANY GOD-DAMNED SPIDERS ARE HIDING IN HERE, ANYWAY? Like: where did this one come from? Did it come in from outside? Crossing the toxic barrier that was ultimately its undoing? Was it already indoors and just fell foul of my spraying so much of that poison about that my nose was running for something like an hour? Like: if a spider that small made it that far before succumbing to the poison, how far would an adult get? Would the adult even be poisoned enough to die? Like: is the poison on my floor discouraging them from coming inside, or are they just marching onwards, figuring they’ll escape the toxin if they just keep going?

These concerns keep me awake at night. But it’s almost light now. I can see it between the chinks in my curtains. Maybe I can get some sleep. I have a lot of vacuuming to do tomorrow.

I am now awake and ambulatory after last night’s spider incident. The devil spawn that crawled off under my couch to die was found dead on the floor next to his refuge. My brother kindly removed the corpse for me (then tried to give me the cardboard tube he carried it out on; and I’m telling him “don’t give me that, it’s unclean!”). I want to vacuum under the couch, but I’m scared if I move it, I’ll find another/more spider(s). Maybe I could just have someone drag it outside and we’ll burn it. Then I wouldn’t have a couch. Damn.