Almost Nobody Knows the Horror He's Seen, Almost Nobody Knows His Terror

The Pony and I returned from town yesterday afternoon with two jars of pickles in T-Hoe's rear. We also picked up Domino's for our lupper so I didn't have to warm something in the oven or heat anything in the microwave later. As usual, my little beast of burden trotted inside with the pizza and his laptop, then came back out to get the pickles. I met him at the steps by the side porch.

"Is there a spider on my face?"

"Um. Noooo...should there be?"

"NO! But I was just coming back out to get the pickles from the back of the car, and before I was even to the door, I felt a 'PLOP' and I saw the blurry legs and the lumpy body of a daddy-long-legs ON THE LENS OF MY GLASSES!"

"The lens of your glasses!"

"Yes! The INSIDE!"

"EEEEE! Did you feel it on your face?"

"Yes!"

"Walking?"

"Moving, yes. Not really walking. I wasn't thinking about what it was doing!"

"EEEEE! What did you do?"

"By that time, my hand was on the doorknob, and I grabbed my glasses off and I was on the porch by Juno's doghouse and the daddy-long-legs flung against the wall and scurried away!"

"And that's when you came to the steps and asked if there was a spider on your face?"

"Any MORE spiders on my face! Yes."

"Ooh! That's equal to the time that spider dropped from the ceiling of my dark basement lair and exploded into a million baby spiders when it fell on the Puffs box."

"Huh? I don't think I have ever been told that story."

"I'm sure you have. You just blocked it out. Especially now. It was terrible! But at least none of them were crawling on my face."

"I can still feel it."

Oh, yes. And I can still remember like it was yesterday.