when i walked past tate modern yesterday they were dismantling Louise Bourgeois’ spider.
it was interesting that the egg sack was the only recognisable thing
there were lots of leg bits everywhere
and it looked nice with the sun rise lighting st paul’s in the background
lying there it looked like some science fiction thing with its dormant eggs waiting to hatch
of course it would have been easier to catch it in a giant jar and throw it out the front door
or perhaps flush it down the plug hole or chuck it in the thames