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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe and Marvin