Martin Lammon
Wives’ Tales Newlywed mothers hear stories, how killing a spider is bad luck. How daddy longlegs, mouthless, conceals poison in its belly, maybe the death of curious children. Grandmothers-to-be tell tales about neglected doll-babies, chubby fingers spooning husks of flies and cobwebs into their pretty mouths. When I lived in Costa Rica, I saw a