August 5th, 2004.

A spider in the bath!

So, Deanne has finally convinced me to give her my clothes for cleansing. And she has finally convinced Heather and I to shower. Yes… she truly has some power over us.

Just think – if you fed us, YOU could ALSO get us to shower!

However, my shower contained more drama than I had desired. As the warm water comes cascading down upon my slowly moistening body, I detect movement above me. A large green spider is skittering across the ceiling.

No concern, it’s heading away from me, heading towards the light, I get to lather my skull in relative peace. But then, it decides to explore back along it’s path, half-inch feelers searching ahead of it – probably hunting for my tasty, freshly cleansed flesh. It slowly rounds the ceiling, and indeed, it moves towards my HEAD. Finally, it comes full circle, and I’m left rinsing furiously, one stinging eye trying to crawl out of my face to follow this cursed creature. The bastard toys with me.

He comes around and hangs right over me, and I could swear I hear a little … “oh NO, look at THAT… I SLIPPED!!!” as a leg or two come free and dangle for a moment before it regains it’s grip. Then I heard it laugh.

There is nothing quite so chilling, quite so heartless, as a spider’s laugh.

The rinsing completed, I made a run for it. I held back my spider’s tale as my clothes were returned to me and I was sniffed for cleanliness.

Sigh.


In return for our token Guardian Toad, we pulled over in the midst of a massive thunderstorm to save a little squatting Buddha of a toad. We had to coax him into our hands and shuffle him off into the neighbouring park. Karma cleared, we moved on. He was Lovely. I miss having pet toads… sigh.

Later we managed to get over to Katy’s Bar and Grill for their open mic. We were in the midst of a truly spectacular thunderstorm, with some of the fiercest lightning I’ve ever seen. Bolts and sheets lighting up the sky in an intense sky-war. It was like driving under strobe lights.

Abby, Deanne’s german shepherd, was shaking and shivering when we got back. She’s quite frightened by storms. Jessie just seeks laps.

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