My wife discovered a spider in the bathroom today. We are arachnophiles, and my wife is fluent in Spider, so a conversation ensued.
“Hello, spider,” she said. The spider grunted.
My wife cut to the chase. “You eat aphids on my houseplants. Why don’t you eat up the clothes moths as well? My woolly hat is full of holes.”
“Too hairy.” A spider of few words.
My wife was incensed. “You’ll eat any moth you’re given.”
“I don’t like your attitude,” said the spider.
“It wasn’t your hat it chewed,” my wife said, tossing the spider out of the window..
“Hello, spider,” she said. The spider grunted.
My wife cut to the chase. “You eat aphids on my houseplants. Why don’t you eat up the clothes moths as well? My woolly hat is full of holes.”
“Too hairy.” A spider of few words.
My wife was incensed. “You’ll eat any moth you’re given.”
“I don’t like your attitude,” said the spider.
“It wasn’t your hat it chewed,” my wife said, tossing the spider out of the window..
