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I have suddenly become very invested in what's happening on the wall above my desk. The big black spider is now going to visit the smaller black spider.
They are not social distancing.
They are not social distancing.
A daddy long legs is now involved. Little black spider is getting out of the way. (My sister says it is a false widow. Still a black spider. But technically a false widow)
They are nestled between my brother in law's prized Waldorf and Statler action figures. I think Big Spider is taking over Little Spider's web. As one does.
Daddy long legs only have seven legs. Clearly, he has been through things. He has seen battle and lived to tell the tale.
I'm making masks for people and now I'm somewhere between fascination and fear paralysis. I don't know how to recover. They're above the door now. There is no leaving this gunfight.
Big Spider has taken refuge behind Waldorf with one leg extended outward as if exclaiming "IDGAF you mutha--"
Daddy long legs wants to do battle. However, Big Spider just lunged out from his hidey hole and Daddy Long Legs launched off the wall onto the floor.
Daddy long legs wants to do battle. However, Big Spider just lunged out from his hidey hole and Daddy Long Legs launched off the wall onto the floor.
The cats are not paying attention. The paper shopping bag is much more tantalizing than a paltry daddy long legs.
Now Big Spider is gone, too. I have no idea where he went. Was his late night booty call to Little Spider interrupted? Was this Arachnid Coitus Interruptus? Or was it Mortal Kombat: Arachniphilia? I don't know.
All I know is Little Spider is resting once again, unbothered, and I am a mess. I think I need to go to sleep now.
Scratch that. Little Spider is on its way to getting some nookie nookie behind Waldorf. Someone is going to be eaten tonight...
I need to sleep this off. I may never recover.
I need to sleep this off. I may never recover.
