As the weather has warmed up, I’ve noticed an increasing number of ants traipsing precarious paths across the screen and outside the window on the narrow sill. I drew open the infrequently opened shade to let in some of the first needed sunlight of the season. I saw, strewn between the panes, a holocaust of formicidae. Scattered like spots of pepper were actually discarded heads, abdomens and thoraxes. What vile creature wrought such havoc? It was when I investigated further and looked down at my feet that I saw even further carnage. I moved a wastebasket to find hidden beneath it another killing field. Hanging above it was the guardian of deaths door itself. A spider, presiding over his slaughter. It was a moment both revolting and relieving knowing that this creepy sentinel singularly staved off an invasion. Meeting my gaze eye to eye to eye to eye to eye we gave one another an affirmative nod and I gave the valiant arachnid a stay of execution provided he resumed his outdoor post.