We found a six-legged spider last night. Splayed out against our
white stucco wall, he made it quite easy for us to count. Four
legs on one side-- two legs on the other.
Lisa brought a shoe. "Let's put him out of his misery."
I continued to contemplate the incomplete arachnid. "He probably
can't move very fast anyway."
"Are you saying I should have pity on him?" She paused, the shoe
raised. The spider took the opportunity to use his remaining six
legs to good purpose.
On second thought... maybe he isn't miserable after all.
And maybe he's still behind that picture frame today.
2 comments:
I bet that wasn't his first escape:)
Think of all of the bugs he is eating. You wouldn't want to put such a helpful little critter out of its misery, would you?
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