“Be an angel and hand me that broom, will you?”
Carter knew it was a trick. He also knew it meant trouble no matter what he did. Still, experience told him which choice he needed to make. He grabbed the broom and handed it to his Nana who wielded it like a sword, clearing the spiderweb from the corner of the doorway.
“Nana, that web belonged to Aloysius. He’s going to be upset when he finds it gone.”
Nana stared him down. “If I see that spider, I’ll kill it.”
Carter hung his head. “Yes Ma’am.” He slunk past her and headed for his bedroom. Another week until his parents got home from their cruise. Until then, he’d just have to keep getting out of bed before Nana and moving Aloysius back to his closet. He just wished the spider would build his webs in less conspicuous places!
I’m not overly fond of spiders. But I drew the prompt words angel, broom, and sword. They’re an unlikely trio. My oldest brother had a spider when we were kids. Not the kind you buy in stores or keep in a terrarium. The kind that invites itself into your home. He called it Aloysius. My memory may be faulty, but I think a babysitter killed it when my parents were away.
Anthony names the spiders in our home, and we don't kill them, either. Anthony will move them if they are in an inconvenient spot.
I read a book when I was a child called “Be Nice to Spiders” and have respected them ever since. I would only kill the bad ones, ie- Black Widow and Brown Recluse.