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âFelix!â she called out. âFelix, you didnât!â
Felix picked up the anguish in his motherâs voice as he scuttled and skibbled his way down an air-conditioning vent to the basement.
She canât think I actually killed him â not on purpose!
âMom!â he called as he arrived at the web. âAll I did was ââ
âIt doesnât matter. Heâs dead, right?â
âHe only saw me. Thatâs all!â
âLook at him,â Jo Bell wailed. âFelix is bleeding!â
âBleeding? Where?â Edith asked.
âMommy, Felixâs lost a leg!â Julep cried.
âOh, mercy!â Edith swung down from the messy circle she had been making. There were pale blue drops on the floor where Felix had now collapsed. âDonât worry, darling. Iâll staunch this blood in a second.â
She quickly tore a swathe from the web she had been spinning and began to bandage the wound. The bleeding stopped.
âMom, I did NOT bite him. I really didnât. He just collapsed as a reaction to seeing me. I kept my fangs tucked, I swear! Even when he sliced down with his baton â I never thought of a baton as a weapon â it was art ⦠art.â
âDonât talk, nubkins. Youâre too weak.â
âBut I thought it was art. Mom, Iâm not a killer.â
âNo, darling. I know that.â
She has to understand that whatever happened was by accident! Just an accident.
âFelix, you lost a leg for art. You almost died for art!â Julep wailed.
âThere will be no talking of death. Stop that right now! Felix will survive.â Edith spoke fiercely. âFelixâs only crime was that he showed himself.â
âBut, Mom, it canât be a crime to be seen,â Felix objected.
âI misspoke, dear. I didnât mean crime. I meant inappropriate behavior.â
But Felix suspected his mother did think it was a crime to be seen. Good behavior in his motherâs mind was hiding in the dimmest, darkest places imaginable. Then an odd thought struck Felix. Iâm not a criminal, but perhaps I am not a recluse either. An argument began within Felix. For if he was not a recluse, which by definition meant one who avoided contact with others, did that mean he was not a member of his species â the brown recluse spider? Was he denying his species or just his personality?
âIâll never be able to conduct with only seven legs anyway,â Felix muttered.
âHow will he hunt? How will he move with only seven?â Jo Bell asked.
âEnough of that, young lady!â Edith took a deep breath. âFelix will live. He will hunt. He will even conduct. If you knew the first thing about spider biology, you would know that a young spider is perfectly capable of regrowing a limb during his next molt.â
âReally, Mom?â Felix asked.
âReally.â Edith paused. âNow, weâre going to have to get out of here, children. Thereâs no choice.â She paused again, then looked into the eighteen eyes of her children. âYou know what I mean!â
âItâs the E word, isnât it?â Jo Bell said.
âYes, exterminators.â
âOh, no!â whispered Julep. They had all heard about the terrible humans who came in white suits with gleaming white helmets and hoses, but the children had never seen them. However, Edith had. She didnât talk about it much. When the children asked her questions, she was always quite vague. The E-Men were a subject the whole family avoided.
âBefore we leave, I want to check on the Maestro. If heâs not dead, maybe we can help him. Jo Bell!â
âYes, Mom.â
âGet Fat Cat now. Hop to it!â
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