loving you/is hard because you're mean to me...

It is an extremely good think I do not live alone, first, of course, because of the spider situation; namely, that I can barely get up the courage after half-hour self-pep-talks to put jars over spiders, and that actually killing one with force and removing it is just never going to happen, and so if I lived alone there would be glass spaghetti sauce jars with suffocated spider bodies under them all over the apartment...


But also, two, because of the tendency towards assuming I'm in a horror movie and providing the sound track for it whenever anything remotely creepy happens. Like today, when I was loading the washing machine and the back door shifted inward and made a thumping noise. Probably just the wind, yes, but I think, "Evil's at the door -- let him in...". Evil was by no means at the door (and yes, of course it's a him!) but the next time the wind shifted the door inward, I had the same thought. And then the dogs went nuts and ran to the front door a minute later, which did not help. Evil was trying the front door.


And in addition to the overactive imagination, there is the added tendency to make up songs about things like Evil being at the door.

Evil's at the door, let him in, let him in

Evil's at the door, let him in

He will come and get you if you don't, if you don't

He will come and eat you if you don't.

Great!