Spiders?
Eww.
I’ll have to move out of my house.
I found, in our garden shed, a large pile of unidentified poop.
It’s not mice.
Mice scat is the size of uncooked grains of rice.
It’s not rats.
Rat scat is the size of cooked grains of rice.
I have no idea what the creature was, or, more importantly, how it got in the shed.
All I know is that it’s bigger than a rat.
Much, much bigger.
My whole family thinks this is hilarious.
The grown sons are each blaming each other.
Bob claims to have made a Bigfoot sighting.
They are all telling wild tales of a new breed of giant mutant spiders.
For the record, none of them are as funny as they think they are.
In fact, they’re not funny at all.
What if it IS a new breed of giant mutant spiders?
This situation calls for Cri Man Squa, F and C, double time.
If you’re an Office fan, you’ll understand.
Although now that I think about it, it could have been Packer.
Should I be worried?
What’s worse?
A new breed of giant mutant spiders?
Or a special delivery from the Packman?
Eww.
It doesn’t matter.
I’m moving out.
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