These and other parables have been moral guideposts in my life. Now this one can work in yours, at least for as long as it lasts. That may be a few minutes if you're pushed out at thirty thousand feet. There's a groovy thought for falling off to sleep tonight.
But how about spiders, there's a red and yellow leg tarantula which is about six inches / fifteen centimeters so that is one extremely large spider and, yes, they are carnivorous.
Mother is really beauteous, isn't she.
Now imagine the joy of Spring when the babies are born and these spiders are all over the place.
Mother is such a wonder of fun-loving fecundity. Yes, they bite.
These are the important choices in life: would you rather be pushed out of an aircraft or eaten by hundreds of extremely large red and yellow leg tarantula spiders. Of one thing we're sure, prior to being eaten by large spiders the election pales into minor significance.
The news of late has been singularly dreary and it appears the Day of the Dowager is upon us. It has to be a sequel to the "Night of the Iguana" but we don't care and we're watching "Kelly's Heroes" because too many negative waves, Moriarty, too many negative waves.
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