Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Die, Spiders, Die!

Dear Spider,

We had an agreement. You could live in my cupboard and eat any meal moths that tried to move in.  All you have to do was to never. . . ever touch me and to never under any circumstances reproduce.

For breach of treaty, you and your family are sentenced to death by dustbuster.

Sincerely,

The Lady of the House

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