Subway State

This morning was going so well. I was up early. I was ready to go.
The only thing to do was feed the cats. Oh and scold the dog for
shitting in the house again if I went downstairs to find it. She has
the look on her face like I was a minute too late. Like hell. We are
starting to realize she is acting out and this is how she does it.
Pull that puppy dog look bullshit with someone who just met you….

Or how about this for a story start? I moisturized…. I put on
cologne. I got my stimulus check. Today there was clarity. Then -
they- came.

Ominous enough? No? Okay, try this on for size and style….

The first thing I noticed in the basement this morning besides dog
shit that I needed to pick up was a large dead spider. Good job, I
said to my male kitten. But apparently not as good as he will be when
he’s older…. I saw a smaller, tinier movement on the floor. Then
another. And another. I looked at the dead spider again and
realized…oh shit. Egg sac!!!!

Life suddenly turned into one of those cheap made-for-SciFi flicks we
all love so much. Call it my own prequel to the John Goodman classic,
“Arachnaphobia”. Somehow a mother spider made her way into the
basement and spawned my LEAST favorite thing in the world next to
snakes—more of her own kind. Dozens of hatchlings covered the floor
and still, the cats waited to be fed.

In my mind, my hand smacked my forehead and bit my thumb at the
collective meow’s stupidity. They know better. They have all turned
into little piggies over the past weeks. Almost like they have all
made a pact to forget they are regularly fed.

I ran upstairs, popped a chill pill and called BooDadday to let him
know. He’ll have to deal with what I couldn’t. Vinegar once again
came to the rescue. Tiny as they are that sort of acidity went right
to them. But I know there are survivors.

Now I am on my way to work on the same bus that I caught running late
the other day. I have psychosomatic itching like there’s “something
on my back”. But I look fierce today if I do say so myself.

Guess the basement is getting scoured again tonight. I didnt even get
a chance to tell you how “Wanted” has inspired me to do something many
would consider drastic to my checkbook. Note to
self…forbidden…breakfast. And bad…wolf. Yes. Can’t forget bad
wolf.

Our house. Be there.