Ancient Fears in a Modern Home: The Spider That Stopped the Repair
He was standing at the crawlspace hatch with a flashlight in his hand, and he would not put one foot past the edge. It was late October, the first real north wind of the fall, the week half of central Oklahoma turns the heat on and finds out what's wrong with it. The house was a brick ranch from the seventies, a few miles outside town, ductwork under the floor and the furnace in a hall closet about ten feet from the main bedroom door. The homeowner was a retired man who'd spent his whole life outdoors. Wheat, cattle, fence, weather. Not a nervous person by any measure I could see. This call…
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