Daddy Long Legs

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I’m sitting in the bathroom, because it’s where I write of a morning (the glamorous life of a writer). It’s the only place where I know I’m far away enough from our bedroom so I won’t wake Tiger with the light or my typing. I have a mug of chai at my side, and a cheese and relish sandwich, and I can’t concentrate at all on what I’m meant to be doing.

Because there is a Daddy Long Legs watching me.

And I can’t stand Daddy Long Legses. I know, I know, I KNOW that they can’t hurt me. I know something-or-other-not-poisonous-or-short-fangs-or-something but they are CREEPY and this one is camped out across the room just staring at me and it’s giving me the willies.

Therefore, to distract myself, I am Googling cute animals.

Here is a baby elephant:

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The Daddy Long Legs is still watching me. I’m going to do housework. Maybe that was its aim all along.

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  1. In midwest America where I grew up we were taught to never kill a daddy longlegs because it would cause it to rain. Well of course I had to test that theory out so I killed one, felt bad, and wouldn’t you know it…..it rained. I have never killed another one. True story.

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