another poor neglected chair in powhatan, virginia... as tiny spiders from Mars fall into my rat's nest of a haircut

There were tiny spiders falling out of the trees around this spot. I barely noticed them, so I didn't say anything to The Muse, for despite her inherent kindnesses to our planet's small creatures, she has occasionally overreacted on the "willies" thing and killed one in her panic.

 

There is always plenty of guilt about these accidents, so I handle the spiders in this relationship... usually taking them gently in-hand and escorting them 'elsewhere' [I usually claim 'outside' and even make noises with this-or-that outside door to support the proclamation] but I'm redepositing the harmless arachnid pal to another corner of the house.

 

But there were now too many in my hair for even me to put up with the creepies and crawlies playing about my ears and the tops of my eyebrows...

 

I vaulted my torso horizontal and shook them violently out of my hair. I may have also 'grunted a little about the ooginess'.

 

The Muse backs off towards the leaf-broken shaft of sunlight at the side of the road.

 

Not a word from her.

 

She knew better. I'd shake them off onto her, if she gave me any crap.

 

I think there are spiders in my brain, now.

 

This may please her.

 

 

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