About...... the spider who was living in my bedroom.
Ah yes! Many a night has past, since I sent him on his merry way, for although I have a love for spiders, I refuse to let one lodge on my turf.
Except Windle. He was a very good spider who lived under my lamp. Though one night, whilst I was resting, another spider came, and murdered my dear friend under the lamp of which he had been living under for so long.
In the morning, I knew that it was not Windle would longued back on the webs that were thread a scatter under my lamp. No, it was obviously a murder, for under this spider lay the pityful body of my Windle.
Of course I got my revenge, killing the meanie spider with a text book.
But that spider is not related to the other spider who lived under my desk, in the gap between the box and the wall. And so, I did not kill that spider, but instead released him into the cruel cold darkness of the night.
And I have not seen him - or her - since.