Super double triple! Ka-pow!
I am really just not feeling it these days, but onward I slog, through the text, to bring some (awful, awful) sunshine to the world.
Yesterday I was doing some stuff (hee) in the kitchen, having just excercised my body (uungh) and taken the dogs out. And there in the doorway of the kitchen was a spider whose whole diameter was somewhere between a half-dollar and a Krispy Kreme doughnut. I stood staring at it in horror for what was probably a long time, then Lou, who does not have the sense to be afraid of anything in the world that can actually hurt him - traffic, large dogs, Jane, etc. - goes sniffing up to the thing. When he moves away, it has disappeared. There aren't too many places a doughnut-sized spider could escape to, so I assume the thing had made it to the bathroom. Other, though he's not afraid of spiders, comes reluctantly - he "doesn't like to kill things" or some such nonsense, and searches in vain for a few minutes.
I spend this time helping by saying things like "Oh dear God," and "WHERE IS IT?!?!" and also hugging myself and shaking. And planning to go sleep in a motel if we don't find it.
And here is why I love Other: When he lays eyes on the monster, which happens after two or three sweeps of the bathroom, he screams. Not a high-pitched, girly scream, but a full-throated war cry of terror. He screams for so long that he has time to look from it to me, it to me, screaming all the while.
So, not only did he get rid of the stuff of nightmares, he made me laugh really hard. Even though I kind of felt bad about it.
Yesterday I was doing some stuff (hee) in the kitchen, having just excercised my body (uungh) and taken the dogs out. And there in the doorway of the kitchen was a spider whose whole diameter was somewhere between a half-dollar and a Krispy Kreme doughnut. I stood staring at it in horror for what was probably a long time, then Lou, who does not have the sense to be afraid of anything in the world that can actually hurt him - traffic, large dogs, Jane, etc. - goes sniffing up to the thing. When he moves away, it has disappeared. There aren't too many places a doughnut-sized spider could escape to, so I assume the thing had made it to the bathroom. Other, though he's not afraid of spiders, comes reluctantly - he "doesn't like to kill things" or some such nonsense, and searches in vain for a few minutes.
I spend this time helping by saying things like "Oh dear God," and "WHERE IS IT?!?!" and also hugging myself and shaking. And planning to go sleep in a motel if we don't find it.
And here is why I love Other: When he lays eyes on the monster, which happens after two or three sweeps of the bathroom, he screams. Not a high-pitched, girly scream, but a full-throated war cry of terror. He screams for so long that he has time to look from it to me, it to me, screaming all the while.
So, not only did he get rid of the stuff of nightmares, he made me laugh really hard. Even though I kind of felt bad about it.
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