The answer: “Marvin had ‘cling’ issues and decided to off himself in the bubbles.”
The question: “How was your bath, Chloe?”
The fact that I’ve named the bathroom spider is one thing.
The fact that I gave the dude a “Say NO to suicide” speech while sitting buck-naked in my tub is a whole other level of kooky.
Bottom line: Marvin lived. And the new crack in my pot I just consider bling.
Chloe and Marvin