The Spider in my Bathtub: and the poems we wrote

It is very likely that each and every one of us has some sort of bug in our bathroom. Maybe yours is a fruit fly or a beetle or a spider. Or maybe it's one of those spiders with the outrageously long legs, that someone had the audacity to name the daddy-long-leg. This book is about the bugs in our bathrooms, what they do and how they affect us, and how we often feel that there is nothing to do but live with them, allowing them to always watch us from the corners of our walls. But they were a very big help with writing this book. We're not here to flush them down the toilet, but to understand them and get them home. Because our bathrooms are not their homes. I wrote this book with the help of the spider who consistently sits in my bathtub. I sat down next to him and created a raw excerpt of my mind. It's a little dim, a little gloomy, but never drowned in complete darkness. There's always some sort of light, like white ink on black paper, to brighten it up.