My Unit: "...and there was a big fucking spider under the fridge that was alive. It may have been -- what's the kind with the fiddle on its back?"
Me: "A brown recluse. Was it a brown recluse?"
My Unit: "I don't think it was brown enough. I just saw something red on it before I sprayed it [with vinegar]."
Me: "That would be a black widow."
My Unit: "I don't know..."
Me: "Did it look like this?" Bringing up spider images on the computer.
My Unit: "I don't know! I already sprayed it."
Me: "Did it....look like Scarlett Johansson?"
Wherein we discuss writing, literature, language, rhetoric, knitting, acting, sci-fi, fantasy, and living in one of America's most dangerous cities.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Arachnophobia
In the old house, pre-Treepocalypse, this once happened.
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