The hairy black spider sat motionless on the smooth white floor. Marcie raised her shoe, bringing it down like a hammer to smash the creature. On closer inspection, the black ‘spider’ was simply a fur ball from her ‘non-shedding’ shedding black-and-white Doodle named Rae. Black fur balls of various shapes and sizes appeared daily on the floor, the sofa, and the bed. Marcie was constantly plucking and sweeping up the fuzzy clumps.
A light breeze moved a small black ball across the floor. Marcie bent to snatch it up between her fingers. The black mass squirmed and wriggled. She shrieked. “Spider!”
Haha! OMG this happens to me a lot. Usually, though, the hair ball is from me (one long piece curled to resemble a spider). Nicely done piece.
True story. Glad it made you laugh.
This is good, Christie. Spiders and fur/hair balls do resemble each other and I’m always afraid of this happening to me. *shudder*
Good story.
Sometimes I step on a fur ball just to make sure it’s “dead” before picking it up. Can’t be too careful now, can we?
Well done. Liked the surprise.
Thanks.
Love this!
Thanks.
Cute!!
HA! Made me laugh… well done
So true!
Hey, what’s with the impulse to kill a fellow creature that is not a threat to you? Look at the size difference. That said, it’s a reflective story. How often have many of us been in a similiar position? ( I relocate spiders )
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