Disconnected jottings by the Rector of "The Saints" in rural north-east Suffolk, England.
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Aaaargh
Incey Wincey Spider Climbed up the water spout Down came the rain And washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain So Incey Wincey Spider Climbed the spout again.
How did the damn thing get into the sink when the plug was in the hole?
Hey, I have no idea where all these spiders come from. I grew up in an old house where spiders were the norm. I was used to cobwebs with egg sacs in sundry corners of ceilings. I was used to the spider who would lower herself to eye me, the reel herself up again -- while I was contemplating the universe in the water closet.
Now that we live in the country, the variety of spiders is even more interesting.
Hey, I have no idea where all these spiders come from. I grew up in an old house where spiders were the norm. I was used to cobwebs with egg sacs in sundry corners of ceilings. I was used to the spider who would lower herself to eye me, the reel herself up again -- while I was contemplating the universe in the water closet.
ReplyDeleteNow that we live in the country, the variety of spiders is even more interesting.
But overall, I don't mind them.
Centipedes, though, send me screaming.