1.1.05 | The Spiders Garden

When Dave the Spider had his brief residency in my bedroom. I took great pleasure in making him feel as comfortable as possible whenever he came out of his little crack in the wall.

Such as providing him with a little pot-pourri garden to roam around in at night.

Oh i never saw him taking advantage of the thing, but i like to think of him sitting comfortably there, taking it all in. Mebbe smoking a little pipe and putting his little feet up. Inhaling those heady pot-pourri scents as he comfortably contemplates his next fly luncheon...

Traditionally, New Years onset is a time for remembering those we have lost, as much as for celebrating life and renewal. I shall be spending my day remembering several such people...

The Spiders Garden


  7:39 pm :. Blogger B hollered thusly:

i can smell the flowery sweetness...
whatever happened to dave the spider?

  2:19 am :. Blogger The Saturnyne hollered thusly:

Last i heard, Dave found himself a reputation as the Marco Polo of spiders, released a bestseller in the Under-Floorboard world entitled "Adventures Among The Twofoots", and proceeded to get outrageously and consistently drunk on flyjuice with the spider-money he made. Lives in a very big and posh web apparently.

Keeps the dosh in a spider-bank under the supervision of money-spiders.


  3:45 pm :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

Dang. Dave has it good.

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