Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Living with blonds: Part 3411

Mary had a tiny spider on her shoulder. At first, I thought it could be a tick, so I moved quickly to catch it. The spider jumped into her hair, but I caught it between my thumb and forefinger without crushing it, and then released it outside.

The spider gave Mary a bad case of the willies. She HATES spiders. "I don't like those insects!" she said.

I couldn't let that pass. "They're not insects. They're arachnids."

"Iraquis? They're Iraquis!" she exclaimed.

Lyndsay had been quietly watching all this, but that last bit doubled her over with laughter.


1 Comments:

Blogger A Midnight Rider said...

That's nice that you didn't squash the little fella or dame. I heard if you do it rains.

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