Losing your pet spider

“I forgot to tell you,” my husband says, “When I was in my office today, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and there was a spider on my shoulder.”

My eyes widen in horror.

“It was just a little one.”

My eyes relax a smidge.

“My first thought was to brush it off, but then I remembered this is October. I’ll just walk around and introduce it to people as my pet.”

“Hewoo. Will you be my fwend?” [Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay]

“But then I forgot.”

Me: “You forgot?”

“Yeah. I must’ve gotten distracted. I forgot all about it.”

“So what happened to the spider?!”

“I have no idea.”

Readers, who FORGETS about a SPIDER on his SHOULDER?!

He tells me this while we’re sitting at home. I can only hope that this new little friend jumped ship in the parking lot on the way to Husband’s car and not IN the car. Or worse, once he got home. Or when he took his shirt off in our BEDROOM and put it away in the closet which is next to MY SIDE of the bed.

{shudder}

In other news, on Sunday I went to the library for a quiet place to write since there are small people living in my home. Only problem with the library is the AC is fierce. Even though I dressed warmly, I still had to move to a bench outside to warm up. Apparently the cold had seeped into my bones because I felt the need to lean against the side of the building in a patch of sunlight a few feet away.

Then along came three teenage boys.

The one walking behind the other two slowed down and said, “Hey, guys, there’s a computer sitting right here. Guys, look, a computer.”

At which point I lifted my head from the apparent invisibility cloak that is the curtain of my hair and said, “It’s mine.”

“Oh, my bad.” He smiled, embarrassed, having not seen me three feet away, hiding in direct sunlight. “Sorry.” He hurried to catch up with his friends who laughed at him.

The little twerp.

I may need to find a new place to write. Some place quiet AND warm. Anyone have any ideas?

I considered sitting on the ground in the sunlight, but it looked dirty and webby. I didn’t want a spider crawling up on my shoulder. No matter what month this is.