“There’s a tarantula in our pool” factually ejaculates the Small One.
“Where?” prudently questions First Born, really hoping (despite what reason tells her) for an unlikely find as that.
“-or Something” concedes the former, under contorted brow.
I, however, knowing the truth of such phenomenon, dally not, endeavoring to skim all unwanted beetles, duck feathers, fir needles and-
pool tarantulas from our swimming enjoyment.
3 comments:
This post gets me in the mood for Halloween!!!
HA HA HA! To the rescue! I hate when tarantulas get in the pool. :D
I can hear her little smoky voice now saying just that! I don't like those - what I call " Urinal spiders" because they'd show up in every urinal I ever had to clean for the public schools and NW Trek. They like the water. I like them dead.
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