He had finally come to the conclusion that she had done so purely out of spite. Chuck had never been one of his late aunt's favorite nephews. As a teenager, his constant rebellion against authority had always rubbed her strict religious values the wrong way. Quite a few unsavory episodes in his wild lifestyle had distanced him and his aunt during the years and perhaps that was the main reason she had stuck him with that unsalable property on the low-rent side of town. Yes, the single-story house on the half acre lot was completely without market value and for one distinct reason. It was infested with spiders. Brown recluse spiders they were, sometimes called fiddlebacks because of the pale violin shape across their back. They were poisonous little devils; not as much so as a black widow, but close. They had a nasty bite to them, causing nerve and tissue damage and, if there was an allergic reaction, death. Aunt Millie had lived there until five years ago, when Uncle Pete died. Then she had moved into an apartment and rented the little white clapboard house to various low-income families from time to time.
