A tale of two species
About a month ago, when I was still living at my other apartment and with Tardo, my roommate went to her hometown for a weekend and I stayed at the apartment. When she left I watched a great deal of tele, because I knew that she wouldn’t be around to bother me. When I watched the glorious box-of-love I also watched a somewhat big spider crawl around on the wall behind the tele. I could see no great web which the rotund spidey would call home, but she (assuming it is a she because I wanted to believe she hatched eggs somewhere in my roommates closet – perhaps one of her hoodies or panties) would absently sprint about the white wall from hanging clock to thermostat to the great unknown space behind the television tower. And without delay, every time I would sit on the couch this daunting black spot would make its way around on the wall, giving me something else to watch while commercials were on. I told the spider, “You better enjoy your life girlie, because if Tardo were here she would smash you without thinking twice. In fact you better find a place to hide before she gets back.”
When Tardo returned I was in such shambles about her reoccurrence, that I forgot about my small but dear friend whom kept me company when I needed it.
A couple of days later, I sat on the couch after my hiatus of tele-watching (indeed Tardo did put a damper on my fun time with my boob-tube) my roommate sat beside me and was watching it with me. After a small silence that we embrace so much together, she asked me, “Did you see that huge spider on the wall over there?” The first thought that occurred to me was “How could she be so certain that I had seen a spider and on that specific wall? I had known many a spiders who never really stayed in one place without a web.” The second thought that occurred to me was, “Aw shit, she killed it.” So I asked without answering her question, “Did you kill it?” She answered yes but was about to go into a preamble of hatred-for-spiders when I interrupted her by yelling/screaming “You killed Fluffy!!!!” Then proceeded to wail incoherently. She merely laughed at my expense and when the sobbing on my part stopped we went back into our embraceable silence.
When Tardo returned I was in such shambles about her reoccurrence, that I forgot about my small but dear friend whom kept me company when I needed it.
A couple of days later, I sat on the couch after my hiatus of tele-watching (indeed Tardo did put a damper on my fun time with my boob-tube) my roommate sat beside me and was watching it with me. After a small silence that we embrace so much together, she asked me, “Did you see that huge spider on the wall over there?” The first thought that occurred to me was “How could she be so certain that I had seen a spider and on that specific wall? I had known many a spiders who never really stayed in one place without a web.” The second thought that occurred to me was, “Aw shit, she killed it.” So I asked without answering her question, “Did you kill it?” She answered yes but was about to go into a preamble of hatred-for-spiders when I interrupted her by yelling/screaming “You killed Fluffy!!!!” Then proceeded to wail incoherently. She merely laughed at my expense and when the sobbing on my part stopped we went back into our embraceable silence.
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