Do spiders eat chicken?
We were sitting in the front room eating an 8-piece Kentucky Fried. I left to get a beer, and when I returned was dismayed to see that my pal Joey had disgorged a huge pile of biscuits and slime in the middle of the rug. Personally, I usually try to make it to the bathroom, but dogs are not as refined as apes.
I can deal with dog vomit with aplomb, and I have the technology. Still, the resemblance of this incident to the recent SF Bay oil spill should be noted, with wads of absorbent material required, a few environmental hazards left behind, a kidney-shaped blotch moistening the carpet.
Lest we remain unaware of the complexities of our bioverse, I left to get another beer, my fourth, and returned to stand momentarily in front of my chair, we were watching Andy Griffith in "A Face in the Crowd." It's a dramatic movie, I was deep into the TV screen, suddenly startled by the leg waving silhouette of a spider descending on a strand past the bridge of my nose. How novel! But business was being done, this pale arachnid was after the puke. Descending like Neil Armstrong, conducting a moonwalk to obtain a boulder of whitemeat, blasting back into silk-string orbit. I watched this repeated three times.
We were sitting in the front room eating an 8-piece Kentucky Fried. I left to get a beer, and when I returned was dismayed to see that my pal Joey had disgorged a huge pile of biscuits and slime in the middle of the rug. Personally, I usually try to make it to the bathroom, but dogs are not as refined as apes.
I can deal with dog vomit with aplomb, and I have the technology. Still, the resemblance of this incident to the recent SF Bay oil spill should be noted, with wads of absorbent material required, a few environmental hazards left behind, a kidney-shaped blotch moistening the carpet.
Lest we remain unaware of the complexities of our bioverse, I left to get another beer, my fourth, and returned to stand momentarily in front of my chair, we were watching Andy Griffith in "A Face in the Crowd." It's a dramatic movie, I was deep into the TV screen, suddenly startled by the leg waving silhouette of a spider descending on a strand past the bridge of my nose. How novel! But business was being done, this pale arachnid was after the puke. Descending like Neil Armstrong, conducting a moonwalk to obtain a boulder of whitemeat, blasting back into silk-string orbit. I watched this repeated three times.
1 comment:
No way!!???!! blaargh.
Does this indicate a sped-up evolutionary process in which American spiders, like their human counterparts, have divorced themselves from the necessity of hunting meat in the wild? Perhaps a new, unseen fastfood nation is living in the corners of our houses.
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