Ninth Entry, approx 1st July(matched to Dr. Seward's diary)
The Seward boy has been poking his nose into my work again. I have been told to get rid of the spiders. However, I was right in believing that this one is a softer touch, as he relented and asked me to reduce them, giving me three days as before, to which I agreed before noticing a blowfly hovering just above me. Before I could stop myself, I plucked the thing from the air and swallowed it, forgetting the boy's presence. When I looked back, he had such a look of horror that I had to explain to him, having let him comment on my "revolting" behaviour, that insects are very wholesome. In my attempts to justify myself I became carried away- I told him how the flies give me life.
In my curiosity, I have began to take note of how many flies are fed to each spider and therefore how many flies' lives each must therefore be worth. It currently evens out to at least twenty per spider, not taking into account the insects eaten before I caught them. In future, I shall count the spiders each day, leaving fifteen and eating the other.
On second thoughts, perhaps I could use this opportunity to advance further along the food chain. After all, there is a sparrow nesting in the tree outside, and it cannot be the only one...