I’m sitting here, reading blogs, just minding my own business. Well. And that of a dozen or so fellow bloggers. Suddenly, something lands on my nose. I stare down at it, cross-eyed and perplexed. At first, I think it is a rather large dust mote.
But it is not a dust mote. Same color, but…livelier.
It is a spider. A tiny little white spider, probably mere hours old.
The spider is doing a little dance. I am going to call it the “Hey, where am I, this doesn’t look like the desktop to me!” boogie.
Just as I am about to reach up and flick the minute (but impudent!) beggar off my nose, it apparently somehow attaches a line to my person (the nerve!) and rappels down to the floor, disappearing into the carpet forever before I have time to react.
And now, I am left to sit here wondering: Did that just really happen? Or have I had one too many Monster Energy drinks tonight? There are a lot of buggy visitors in the Den right now, but still – how often does a spider drop from the ceiling onto one’s nose, do a little boogie, and then fling itself to the floor?
Probably squeaking, Thank you, and GOODNIGHT! all the way…
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5 comments:
He was probably also saying, 'Thank you! I'll be here all week."
Eww. I have no problem with bugs but I prefer they keep their myriad of legs to themselves. No freakier feeling than having a bug do the jitterbug on your flesh. Ick.
I have a mixed reaction to bugs. Outside, they're fine. It's there natural environment and I'm the intruder. I just back away quietly (or swipe them off) and leave them alone.
Inside - it's war! They are the enemy and must be destroyed. :o)
- Pam
I would've screamed, beat at it until I gave myself a bloody nose, and generally made a total fool of myself. I hate spiders. LOL
No...he was a hallucinogenic dream induced by too many Disney videos where, you may have noticed, EVERYTHING talks, dances, and generally boogies where it doesn't belong.
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