When ‘Becca, Ben and Michael were little there lived a small spider in Jane’s kitchen. He was one of those light beige, almost transparent types that, when fully grown, was smaller than your little pinky nail. He lived in the top corner of the kitchen, away from the sink but closer to the kitchen table. The little spider would go on short walks and the kids would always remark “there’s Sammy.” Don’t ask me how he got the name, it just happened. It got so that if we didn’t see Sammy for a day or two, we got worried.
Now this is going to sound very strange, but when the whole family moved from Ancaster to Lynden, Sammy came along with us. And you know what. Sammy didn’t seem to mind the new digs. It was larger, airier and certainly there was more to feast on out in the country. It was good. Sammy and all of us settled in to a happy new routine.
You know that couldn’t last.