I’m in bed. I look at the floor. To giant potato spiders are mating. The larger female headbutts the male. This is how they reproduce.
They scuttle into my jacket on the floor. I’m scared to move. Snowy, my old dead dog comes in and grabs one of them. I open the front door and he runs out into the snow with it, tail wagging.
I am staying with my girlfriend. I’m sick, and worried I’ve made her place smell of sick. She’s very understanding.