If Spiders Could Talk

ShowerIf spiders could talk, I might take part in a conversation not unlike this:

Me: Um, Ms. Spider, I really prefer to shower alone.

Spider: I happen to know that you’re not man enough to do anything about it, so hold your peace.

Me: I could take my hands and redirect the stream and wash you down the drain,

Spider: I could jump into your face and bite your eyes before you even got close.

Me: I dunno. I’m pretty sneaky.

Spider: Besides, I’m too big to fit down your drain, and can hold my breath for a long time.

Me: Once I had you on the floor of the tub I could smash you with my foot.

Spider: Right. Then you KNOW you’d get bit. And I’ve been saving up venom just for you in an extra pouch in my cheek.

Me: I’m going to get a washcloth and smash you to a pulp.

Spider: As it just so happens I was about to leave. I fancy crawling under your pillow. Or perhaps inside your pillowcase. Or under your quilt. Have fun sleeping tonight.

Me: Wait! You come back here! You… AUGH!


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On Being of Two Minds

The CarThere must have been a split second between the moment I realized I was going to be in a major collision, and the moment I actually was in a major collision. Because I remember I was screaming before the cars hit.

And I went on screaming when I heard the unmistakable sound of two cars colliding. The air bag deployed, and I was screaming. It started to deflate, and I was still screaming.
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