Friday, March 4, 2011

Crawl Space

The crawl space was packed with dust and webs, and spiders. And hundreds of tiny egg sacks, dangling like the plump ends of cotton swabs. In the summer, the space was loaded with movement. Tiny shiny spiders on needle-thin legs, plicking about in the stifling heat.

My father would amuse himself and roll a baseball under the house and demand that we crawl in and get it. And we did. Because we had to.


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5 comments:

The Frog Queen said...

That has to be the scariest thing I have EVER heard. Just saying.

I am going to go cry in the corner now :)

Cheers!

PaleMother said...

LOL. I agree with HRH. I won't cry, but I'll just rock quietly now.

Love the new header. Very cool.

Pam Morris said...

ha! that was great! (and yes, frog queen immediately came to mind...you did that on purpose, didn't you rot?)

Rot said...

Yup. : )

Making up stories about spiders is fun. And my dad totally would do something like that.

The Frog Queen said...

I think you are all out to get me.....

....and I hate you :D

HHHHAAAAA!!!

Cheers!