Every Spring, I plan to be Zen, to be cool about the fact that I am the larger invader in the natural world, that spiders getting into my office is all part of the Circle of Life
Every year, I fail. Some years, spectacularly.
it was a reflex
unfortunate, whose
arachnid wanderings led
to your demise: oopswell, if you hadn’t appeared next to my hand
apologies, but
next to my flippin’ keyboard?
look, that’s way too closewhat, you were going to JUMP on me? Nu-uh
next time, please just run –
playing invisible is
futile. I SAW you
Oh yes, I know all about this. We’ve got BIG spiders here. Fun poems today, T.
Thank you! I really must remind myself periodically that poetry is useful for something other than my angst… that teen thing still sneaks up on me every April.