I’m sitting here, reading blogs, just minding my own business. Well. And that of a dozen or so fellow bloggers. Suddenly, something lands on my nose. I stare down at it, cross-eyed and perplexed. At first, I think it is a rather large dust mote.
But it is not a dust mote. Same color, but…livelier.
It is a spider. A tiny little white spider, probably mere hours old.
The spider is doing a little dance. I am going to call it the “Hey, where am I, this doesn’t look like the desktop to me!” boogie.
Just as I am about to reach up and flick the minute (but impudent!) beggar off my nose, it apparently somehow attaches a line to my person (the nerve!) and rappels down to the floor, disappearing into the carpet forever before I have time to react.
And now, I am left to sit here wondering: Did that just really happen? Or have I had one too many Monster Energy drinks tonight? There are a lot of buggy visitors in the Den right now, but still – how often does a spider drop from the ceiling onto one’s nose, do a little boogie, and then fling itself to the floor?
Probably squeaking, Thank you, and GOODNIGHT! all the way…
E. B. White
20 hours ago