Spider Killer

Panting with fear, transfixed by the halting progress of a grotesquely well-fed daddy long-legs angling across the shower tiles, I chant to myself: She can’t hurt me. She can’t hurt me!

I respect and adore this beautiful black-widow eater, but what is she doing in my shower?!?

My heart beats in fits and starts, matching the jerking progress of her exquisitely delicate long legs as they climb, fall an inch, regain ground.

Ninja-like, equally delicate long fingers of fear, panic, and pain permeate my chest, squeezing so tight I stop breathing.

She can’t hurt me, but she just killed me.

Secret Thoughts That Make No Sense

~Once upon a time there was a hairy creature who couldn’t catch a break. They just didn’t make razors strong enough to handle his armpits, let alone his chest and back. The end.

~Once there was a wolf spider named “Rebecca”. “Rebecca” was her mother’s name. It was her grandmother’s name, her great-grandmother’s name, and even her great-great-grandmother’s name. She had eight legs, which made housework a whole lot easier, but she still hated it. The end.

~Pericles the Pony was very proud of the fact that he could count to 82. He also knew that he could divide 82 in half and get 41. He told his friends “82 is a nice, round number. When you divide it by two you get 41.” The end.

~Felix the Cat was a control freak. He could never understand why his family never did anything right, let alone why they tried to hug him and kiss him. “Dictators need to be feared!” he would say to himself while he washed his sleek black fur. The end.

~The prince was a jerk, so she married him for his money. Every time they kissed she kept one eye open to see if he would turn into a human prince or remain a frog. Secretly, she hoped if he did change into a man that she would change into a woman and finally be able to wear the shoes she kept buying, and then their marriage would be worth it. The end.

~Once upon a time a watermelon sat in its field, counting the stars at night. “Well this is very nice,” she thought to herself, “I’m craving watermelon and the stores are closed for the night.” The end.

~A piece of fudge waited around on the kitchen counter, on a little plate all its own, trembling with excitement. “Today is the day!” He said to himself. “I finally get eaten!” And then he saw all those teeth and instantly regretted his situation. The end.

~”Being a basketball must be a real headache, especially with all those dribbling drills,” thought the baseball as it sailed across the pitch to the bat. The end.

~The milk loved the blender; it was like being in a Jacuzzi at an amusement park. “Whee!” the milk would laugh the whole time. The banana felt different. And the peanut butter did not want to talk about it. The end.

~Samantha the volleyball shoe was becoming extremely agitated. “For Pete’s sake, Sally!” she would scold her twin sister, “Can’t you take a shower? You really stink.” “So do you,” Sally retorted. The end.

~The pirate knew better than to eat dessert before dinner, but he did it anyway, because it was breaking the rules and that’s what pirates do. He was kicking himself later when he didn’t have room for meatloaf. The end.

~”Of course I’m purring,” said the cat snoozing gently in the sunlight, “I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to scratch you when you least expect it.” But in spite of all his fantasies, he never got around to it. He was a lazy cat. The end.

~Ellie had always harbored a secret desire to knit. Sick of being a sexy bombshell with an endless round of parties to go to, she hoarded yarn and knitting needles of all shapes and sizes. The yarn was all brown. The end.

~The suitcase was beautiful. Regal. Large and spacious, with structure, integrity. Dignity. But he always chose the backpack in the corner for his wild adventures. The dirty whore. The end.

~The rubber band, being helpful by nature and always willing to lend a hand, stretched as far as it could. And then it broke. Some of the other rubber bands learned from his experience. Some of them repeated his mistake. The end.

~The laundry basket sat in the closet all day long, waiting for its people to come home and fill it up at bedtime. But they were messy people and left their clothes on the floor. The laundry basket tried not to take it personally. The end.

~The $1 bill had a crazy, adventurous life and traveled the world. He went to a hot dog vendor in New York and a cab driver in Tucson and a tilt-a-whirl on an old-fashioned boardwalk. He saw grocery stores, gas stations, and museums. Restaurants, bowling alleys, and back alleys. It was an amazing life. The $100 bill, afraid of getting lost, stayed in one place for a very long time, and then went to a bank. The end.