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