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Sarah peered at the baby spiders running around the edge of the bathroom window. They must be newly hatched, she thought. I wonder how they know not to eat each other? Maybe they don’t know that yet. Maybe they can still smell each other, and the smell is familiar.

Sarah watched one of them dangle idly, and then rappel swiftly upwards. She felt inordinately glad to see them. A couple of months ago, a larger spider had nested in the opposite corner of the window, and she’d… not befriended exactly, nor made a pet (can you make a pet of a spider?), but she’d catch insects for it, and feed it.