Thank you, Fran. I lived in such spider-rich environments for so long, there was plenty of inspiration. I thought it best to love my neighbors rather than squish them. They were partners in pest control. And some of the comical things they would do were just too funny to not document.
Thank you also for the comparison to the Boll Weevil. Boy, that song goes way way back. Aren't you glad we're as ancient as we are and have these extensive libraries of knowledge of memories to draw upon for our writing?
Thank you, Fran. I lived in such spider-rich environments for so long, there was plenty of inspiration. I thought it best to love my neighbors rather than squish them. They were partners in pest control. And some of the comical things they would do were just too funny to not document.
Thank you also for the comparison to the Boll Weevil. Boy, that song goes way way back. Aren't you glad we're as ancient as we are and have these extensive libraries of knowledge of memories to draw upon for our writing?
Why am I reminded of the song “Boll Weevil”? The version by the Presidents of the United States.
It’s the line: “Your wife finally tire of you layin' 'round her house?”
Here’s from “Boll Weevil”
“Spends all day — on his big butt ,
And he don’t ever, ever get outside.”
From the chorus:
"And I wonder: Boll Weevil why don't you get out of your home?”
I like these poems!