“After I work at Sylvio’s,” she said, “my clothes always smell like calzones, so I put them out on the deck to air out. Otherwise, our whole apartment smells like calzones.”
“I take my Sylvio’s clothes to the radio station” (one of her 3 other jobs) “and change in the bathroom, because I go straight from there to Sylvio’s. I took my pants out of the bag and a giant spider crawled out.”
“Then I opened up my shirt and there was a sac of spider eggs. One of those filmy webby clusters. My black clothes must have seemed like a nice warm place in the sunlight.”
“After I screamed, silently, I smashed them.”
(Welcome to a higher life form.
“Poor Spidey!” said Bill.)
“But now I feel like I have spiders crawling all over me.”
Tagged: spider season, spiders, spiders in your clothes
Oh, I love how this character still has takes time to paint her toes and fingernails in spite of holding down three jobs! Love, love love the illustrations!
Maybe because she’s 22?
Wonderful illustrations of the little spider story, Lynne Rae. I read in a book that spiders don’t mind being killed but do mind being hated, so now I try to kill them gently (when I find them in the bathtub), saying, “I’m sorry. I don’t hate you.”
I like that thought . . .