Home Again

Things house spiders don’t eat, but should:

  • their dead
  • their old webs
  • more pantry moths

Things house spiders do eat, but shouldn’t:

  • the fuck if I know what they eat
  • a lot of them seem to have starved to death in corners

Anyway, half of my worldly possessions and I are safely ensconced in my new home, though I can’t unpack until after room bids, which are in two weeks. Two! Weeks! I’m sick of living out of a suitcase. On the other hand, I would also hate living forever in my temporary room, which has teal-and-purple walls lovingly bemuraled with R.E.M. lyrics and glow-in-the-dark stars.

My car is intact, too, though still leaking oil from the dashboard whenever the engine gets too hot and/or I go over a good bump. First order of business is to figure out a temporary parking permit, second order is to sell the damn car before said permit expires.


  1. yanes wrote:

    “Brimming with eccentricity, our green-trim pleasure dome is an experiment in joy and creative living.” Man, where have we been around green-trimmed pleasure domes before? my mind is slipping, must’ve been all that creative living
    sympathy towards suitcase living plight- though i’m starting month 3 in Tulsa OK and highly envious of your CA hq

  2. Sabine wrote:

    This isn’t really related to the topic – but kind of cool anyway. I watched this wasp drag a HUGE, limp (I guessed paralyzed by the sting of the wasp) spider across my driveway yesterday. The wasp was very territorial, and I had to take a little break and let (her?) finish before I could continue my yard work.
    Well, at least it was sort of about a spider. A BIG spider. Also, Arrrr! (Sorry, I’m still stuck on the pirate/scientist thing.)

  3. yami wrote:

    Yanes: It was back in aught-two, with the Great War raging all around us and butter in very short supply, wasn’t it? Must’ve been near Verdun.
    Sabine: Arrrr!

  4. des von bladet wrote:

    We are (not necessarily reliably) informed that spiders mostly eat curds and whey, if they can get it; we recommend sitting other than on a tuffet, for sure. (We don’t have the slightest idea what a tuffet is, though, and this contributes more than a little to our habitual edginess – suppose we sat on one without knowing?)

  5. yami wrote:

    Unreliably informed, for sure – spiders are lactose-intolerant, and merely frighten off curd-and-whey eaters to preserve their tuffety territorial claims.
    Tuffet, n.: a tuft or clump of grass; a low seat, such as a stool. I like sitting on the first type, really, though low stools can be hard on the knees.

  6. denisdekat wrote:

    REad like a great trip

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