the cobwebs of our minds

So when we got home to our apartment that had been deserted for three months, we found everything basically intact. A few dust bunnies had shifted, but no big deal.

But the best part are the spider webs we keep coming across. Now we're weird. We don't generally kill spiders (and when I say "we" I mean "Jess"). So in one of our bathrooms, there's this web with TWO spiders chilling on it. And instead of killing them, we've pretty much adopted them as our pets. It's totally normal. I think it's about time to move them outside as there ain't much sustenance in the leafy branches of our bathroom.

We're normal. Don't worry about it.

(And lest you're stressed - this bathroom is basically unused. I assure you that I could not shower with Charlotte and her boyf sitting curbside.)

Also, Jess flossed his teeth and dropped the used floss in the garbage in our bedroom. WHICH NEVER HIT THE GARBAGE. Here it is miraculously floating.

We haven't spotted this spider, but we think its web is pretty sweet. Especially because 24 hours later, THE SPIDER HAD REMOVED THE FLOSS FROM HIS WEB and dumped it in the garbage.

So there are spiders that write words in their webs, and then there are spiders that put trash into the proper receptacles. We prefer the environmentally aware spiders ourselves.

And in case you think we really love the crawling things, I ask you to please recall (by clicking those blue words) that Jess is sometimes known as the terminator. When the roaches are out, things change. I think when they're so small, tiny, and helpless, he can't help but give them a second chance. And I actually have to love him for it.