Last night after tucking Maddie in, and kissing my wife goodbye as she went to work, I settled down to watch “A Fighter’s Blues.” (A Hong Kong movie about a Chinese Kick Boxer visiting Thailand and meeting a Japanese orphanage worker.)
I was pretty comfortable laying lengthwise along the couch, relishing the solitude, when out of nowhere a big spider crawled across my arm and chest. A quick spider. Zip, and it was gone. I barely had time to flick it. It was slightly juicy, and kind of ant shaped, except for more and longer legs. Ugh! I imagined spiders crawling on me off and on for the rest of the night.
The next day while changing the baby, I felt another imaginary spider on my leg, only it turned out to be a real ant. Where’d that come from? Dang it, it turns out the family room was being scouted by about 20 ants. Lucky that it wasn’t more before I caught them I guess…
Who We Were Then
- David
- Lillian
- Maddie (1 years old)