I just killed a teeny tiny spider that was walking along the cord to my keyboard. It was cute really as he scurried along the cord like a tight-rope walker on a mission. But, I had to kill it because he was quickly approaching the keyboard. He would have rested on my “T” key and then I wouldn’t have been able to type words like “then”, “wouldn’t”, “to”, and “type.” Also, I don’t like spiders on my fingers.
Just a few days earlier, I killed what must have been his twin sibling; he was wandering around the space between my keyboard and the monitor. My spidey census (HA! Census, senses… Get it?) tells me there is a spider colony in my computer. I must have gotten some sort of computer bug. (Parump-PAH! Thank yoooou! I’ll be here all week!) I will wait for a third spider to approach my keyboard before freaking out (and by “freaking out,” I mean clean off my computer desk).
My dog is sleeping on a computer chair next to me, blissfully snoring. His tail is hanging down off the chair. He must be having a good dream because his tail wags enthusiastically every few minutes. Cute. I wonder what he’s dreaming of.
So, let’s see… I killed a spider and I blogged about my dog. My day is complete.