As I elegantly stepped out onto my deck this beautiful Seattle morning to feel the slight breeze on my face I was instead wrapped in a thick web. Everyday there are at least four new webs created on the eight square feet of our deck. Let's not even discuss the yard. The spiders think it is hysterical to watch a grown woman become a hermit crab in her own house. My fear has taken over my life.
Fortunately Jada does not share my fear of harmless spiders. I watched in horror as she backed into a web containing a male spider, a suspision based merely on the aura of conceit fuming from the meticulously crafted web at least a foot in diameter. Her head barely missed the spider's eighth leg as she grabbed a tomato produced through the recent green thumb of Kelven. The plant was never picked so the combination of green, red, and completely rotten tomatoes has made quite a home on our deck. Luckily, Jada's keen instinct and hereditary intelligence forced her to take a huge juicy bite from the most lucious of all the red tomatoes. And she graciously walked away, feeling the delight of a juicy tomato in her mouth.
So there is a lesson for all you readers. It can be summed up quite nicely by an infamous Barb quote. Mom, this one's for you.
"What a tangled web we weave."
1 comment:
haha
you're a great write Tami. You and Jer should write a book.....
That would be scary....
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