My house that is! Years ago (maybe about a century, it seems), I vacuumed daily, cleaned the bathrooms daily, polished furniture upstairs one day and down the next, polished silver once a week . . . Maybe I was a little crazy. My house now looks like Miss Havisham’s with spider webs draped on and under everything. Spiders crawl around unimpeded by the besieged owner of this property, brazen in the knowledge that I no longer care, and that I’m no threat to their industry. Carry on spiders! I have more important things to do now. Books to write, stories to read, movies to see, wine to drink, cake to eat, and friends to entertain and be entertained by.