Seraphim's Journal of Muses

Today Freja was chasing a small spider thingie around the living-room of the apartment. Going to take it away from her (After the previous incident with her being bitten by a brown widow) and he casually commented, " It looks like one of those brown ones from before... just tiny."
I joked previously about how I'd hate it if this female brown widow that took up residence in my laundry basket had managed to lay eggs before we got rid of it.
Ugh, I pray I was wrong.
*shivers*