Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

A Racecar Spider

This morning, when I opened my front door to allow 20 pounds of housecat outside, a huge black spider fell in from outside and began hysterically race-tracking around at my feet.  The cat jumped out and trotted off forthwith.
I stood there, barefooted and bewildered. 
Then I danced.
During my first waking hour, my mind is still establishing connections with all of my thinking hoses.   This is a process.  Throwing a big spider at me first thing is—at a minimum—unfair.
After a few laps around the tiles at my entry, the spider flung itself back over the threshold and vanished outside.
I slammed the door closed.
Worth two more cups of coffee, that.

--Mitchell Hegman

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