Aaah I didn't sleep well! *Waits a moment for any outpouring of sympathy*
First off I'd had a hectic Tuesday and my mind had to dissect each part of the day and find out if there was any way to blame someone else for it. Sadly not, which okay is often the case.
Then, just as I was dozing off, in the wee hours of the morn, and dreaming about milking cows and making cheese, I had a small but determined spider slip under my shirt, crawl up my back and make it to my neck before I sent him on a one way ticket to the Great Karmic Wheel of Rebirth.
But of course, after that, I spent the remainder of the time waiting for his accomplices to make an appearance. You know, I've never been visited by more then one spider a night yet the urge to be vigilant doesn't fade. Because I know, the day I don't sit being paranoid, is the day a whole gang will come and do a mariachi dance on my spine!
You know that your average person eats 3 spiders a year in their sleep? And that's excluding any little flies or bugs who might also go a-wandering around your toothy cavern of DOOM!
That don't bother me none though. My thought here is, if they don't set off my allergies and I don't know I've chomped an arachnid then ah well, just more unexpected protein. Why fuss?
So saying I'm not going to go into the garden and start foraging for goggies! (Regardless of how tasty the termites look this year!)
Um, how did I get onto this topic again?
No comments:
Post a Comment