After Daddy died she even stopped sunbathing in the back yard. She forgot everything. She got in bed in the afternoon and never got out. In desperation I began to collect spiders. After a while the spider dies, and you keep it in a box.
Matchboxes are best.
Now I have fifty of them, hidden in a place where Mom will never find them. The only problem is that when they're dead the spiders get stiff. Daddy used to do something to make them stretch their legs and grow long again, but I can't remember what. She wanted me to stick a finger in my mouth, too, so nothing would be left inside me. If you don't, you'll have monster children.