Under the bridge

One of the ways I get home involves crossing the river outside Central Saint Martin’s. The bridge is always covered in cobwebs and stuff, and this night was really dry and warm, meaning the spiders were out to play.

Normally spiders creep the heck out of me, but we’re always meeting in places like my bathroom, bedroom, kitchen. And then they disappear, at which point the real horror sets in.. However, seeing them spinning webs and trapping prey somewhere that isn’t my house was unusually fascinating, even drawing inquisitive questions from passers by!

Just stay out of my house.

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