I have a close friend that gets seriously affected in a bad way with tales that describe animals, wild life, all living things in general in harms way. This is one of those stories. If you share the same aversion please do not read further.
Right outside our back porch I found a hairy, well-fed, jumping spider on top of what looked like an outdoor dust bunny; a tangled mass of fluff, dust, and other debris.
The 3-year old pixie hadn’t noticed it yet but was in close proximity.
Before it caught her attention I quickly snuffed it out.
Eek, so much blood and crunch? Must have been larger than he appeared…or…?
Ugh, no. no. no. no!
Directly overhead: a bird’s nest.
A second look at the debris and I could make out its former embryonic (is that a word?) shape, floppy neck, translucent lids pinched shut.
Hot tears obscure the macabre scene.
The resume now includes “grim reaper.” Baby birds and jumping spiders fear the approach of my heavy foot steps. Mr. Oogie Boogie is my new pal. I hate myself in this moment.
“I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright!” -Oogie Boogie