Status report (Literal & Figurative Evocation of #Lockdown Dep't): So, grocery delivery coming today. Because proprieties should be observed, no matter how many layers I've usually got on (long-sleeved M&S top, over-hoodie, etc), I go to put on a bra. (1/2)

Our upstairs storage space is very tight, so bras live on a hook just inside the main closet door. I open the door, reach in, and then, seeing *movement* in there, STOP.
The movement? A spider that is running away. A spider that has been spinning a web across my bra.