A cobweb as large as my hands put together occupies a corner of my living room. I should take it down, I think when I see it, but I don’t. It seems harmless and empty. In fact, I've never seen a spider in it. The architect is a mystery, as if the web sprang up overnight, uninhabitable. Maybe the cobweb belongs more than anything else here.
Lately I've begun to wonder if the house is haunted. Not mine, but the little web in the corner, near the bricked-up fireplace, above the wall heater that doesn't smell up to code. All the more reason, I suppose, to raise the broom and knock it down. I like to imagine that the morning after demolition, I would wake to find that the thing had spawned again. It would be a great disappointment if the nether regions of my home couldn’t withstand a broom.
