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"If you can solve your problem, then what is the need of worrying? If you cannot solve it, then what is the use of worrying?" --Shantideva
The people of the island appeared and disappeared, were born and died, loved and lost, and Gil Grissom was allowing himself to feel morose about the loss of his pet spider. A more psychologically-inclined mind (and that he was, some days) might have attributed his tarantula-related grief to the fact that he'd never really allowed himself to feel such a thing over Greg.
And they probably would have been correct-- not that it solved the problem of Bitsy's disappearance. Sara, God bless her, had searched high and low with him, but there wasn't much to go on.
He was beginning to think she might have been eaten by a predator. Or squished by a cruel human foe.
The bookshelf offered him books on the grieving process and glossy coffee table books about bugs. He chose the picture books, and sat on the floor of the rec room, paging through rather lovely full page spreads of beetles and butterflies, and yes, the occasional spider.
The people of the island appeared and disappeared, were born and died, loved and lost, and Gil Grissom was allowing himself to feel morose about the loss of his pet spider. A more psychologically-inclined mind (and that he was, some days) might have attributed his tarantula-related grief to the fact that he'd never really allowed himself to feel such a thing over Greg.
And they probably would have been correct-- not that it solved the problem of Bitsy's disappearance. Sara, God bless her, had searched high and low with him, but there wasn't much to go on.
He was beginning to think she might have been eaten by a predator. Or squished by a cruel human foe.
The bookshelf offered him books on the grieving process and glossy coffee table books about bugs. He chose the picture books, and sat on the floor of the rec room, paging through rather lovely full page spreads of beetles and butterflies, and yes, the occasional spider.