“It’s ok, Trixie! I got the spider! It’s dead.”
“Oh, thank goodness! I swear it just frightened the beejeezus out of me! There I was putting on my makeup over the sink, and when I looked down to get my eye shadow, there he was crawling out from the drain! He was so huge and furry with ugly little eyes and ferocious markings on its torso! Ewwww, I hate spiders!”
“Well, it’s safe now. You can come on down.”
“That poor little fellow probably had a wife and children to feed and they were dependent on him. How are they going to feed themselves? Oh, I feel terrible now! What did you do with the body?”
“I buried it in a misty glen amidst cherry trees that overlooks a babbling brook with wild sweetpea and honeysuckle flowers growing all around his grave.”
“Oh, how sweet! You did?”
“No, Trixie, I flushed the damned thing down the toilet! Now will you get down from there! You’re gonna be late for work!”