I'm sitting on the chair in front of my house recuperating from a rigorous and vigorous 15 minutes on my exercise bike. A spider is building a web on the grill of my car. I haven't driven it yet today, but I drove it yesterday. The spider is intent on making it his own. No wonder they say that bugs will inherit the earth. (Or is it the meek)
Sometimes in the morning when I go out to get the newspaper, I open the front door and walk face first right into a spiderweb laced from the shrub to the outside light. They just can't wait to take over. (I suppose that's why some people choose cremation.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment