A huge housefly flew into the room and started buzzing around our heads in the den on Saturday afternoon, a day so hot outside that we had no choice but to while away our time indoors, hovering near the air-conditioning vents.
Gil and I looked at each other and simultaneously wondered aloud if that room’s resident spider, the one who is fond of creating fantastic webs on the wide windowsill, would take care of the fly so we wouldn’t have to go to the trouble of swatting it ourselves.
Yes, it has come to that. In our first years of marriage, we were more meticulous about cleaning out webs. Not so much anymore. Just as we became used to each other’s less-than-perfect habits, we eventually relaxed our stance about spider-type activities inside the house.