Ragweed and Silverfish

Was at the computer typing away when I feel kitty’s whiskers brush my ankle. Only thing is the cat is 2 feet from me – and he’s staring intently at something. A frigging silverfish crawls across my foot and across the floor and I’m doing the shiver-heebie-jeebies dance and the cat is pawing at the pest. It hides under a rug. I smash it with a book and the cat tastes it for a bit and then decides it isn’t worth the time.

That and it feels like the ragweed bloomed in the last six hours – my allergies haven’t been this bad in a long time.

Published by <span class='p-author h-card'>Andy</span>

Gay Hoosier Taurus INFJ ex-playwright pianist gymbunny published author in San Francisco.