We sofa snuggle, legs stretched onto the ottoman. The room is ‘movie theater’ dark. Ted Lasso tells a corny joke from the TV. Suddenly, I see eight tiny brown legs moving in the air!
“Holy crap!”
“What?”
“A spider dangling too close to our legs!”
“Oh, Honey. They always seem to find you!”
I’m already in the kitchen, grabbing our ‘spider’ glass then the cardboard that completes this methodical process.
Hubby respectfully takes the glass, scooping the arachnid in, then safely releasing the visitor to freedom outside on the grass.
He sighs, “Now we need to rewind Ted Lasso!”
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No spiders lost their lives in the telling of this non-fiction story. 🤗
By the way, the lights stayed on. ❤️
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author 