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.
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.
posted by Ed W at 9:47 PM
1 Comments:
That's nice that you didn't squash the little fella or dame. I heard if you do it rains.
Post a Comment
<< Home