Hence, you long legged spinners, hence!

 

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And continuing with the creepy-crawly theme of this blog recently, I had a dream last night.  Well, I think it was a dream, or not.  Or else I woke up in the middle of the night, reached out to the nightstand for my phone to check the time, and –

 

a spider ran over my hand.

 

Checking, this morning, it must surely have been a dream.  Because according to my partner – who sleeps lightly – I did not wake him up by screaming the place down.  And also, there is a curious fogged, vague, indeterminate lack of ending to the memory itself, which doesn’t lend it a lot of credence.

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If it had been for real, then I would have been haring around the bedroom, bashing anything that moved with a rolled-up newspaper and screeching my head off, for sure.  Not that I mind spiders.  Generally, I am pro-spider.  Just not when I’ve that second woken up, and the spider in question is ON MY FUCKING HAND.

That’s all.  I reckon the universe is sending me a message.  Possibly, ‘Crack on with that ‘The Entomologist and No-Spiders-Man’ tale, then, eh?  Where is it?’

 

Image – 1000iu Klvo on Flickr, public domain.

Image – Rob Mitchell on Flickr, public domain.

what have I got in my head AND WHY?

 

THAT!

‘Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant

But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your gettin’ low
‘Stead of lettin’ go
Just remember that ant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant…’

 

I seem to have insects on the brain lately.  I oughta write a gay romance about it – because you can write a gay romance about anything, right?  A superhero saga, maybe, about a mysteriously powered bug-collector and an arachnophobe – ‘The Entomologist and NoSpiders-Man!’

NoSpiders-Man’s spandex would have to be a photo negative of Spiderman’s, of course…

Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!

I had the windows open this morning, while I wrote.  And while in a daze, wondering whether to throw in a few fifty-buck words just to piss off Hemingway, I became aware of a buzzing.

A buzzing, a rustling, a frantic hum, coming from behind the curtains where they were bunched up.  And when I went to have a look, it was an insect, bouncing around behind there.  Frantic with captivity, wings flickering and building up to an aggressive whine if it didn’t find the exit bloody quick.

A fly.  A fly!  OH GOD A FLY!  I ran and grabbed household antibacterial spray, found fly spray in the cupboard under the sink, ran back and MACED THAT FUCKER.

Then I got a bit of a closer look, once I’d calmed down, and it was all still and quiet and deaded.

Oh, but it wasn’t a fly.  It was a beetle.  A harmless beetle, just faintly wobbling one feeler as he wobbled off this mortal coil.  Damn it.  I’d jumped to conclusions, freaked out a bit, gone into battle: and now one poor beetle had paid the price.  He’d probably come in on a bike or a jacket earlier in the day.  He didn’t mean no harm, honestly guv!

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And now, hours later, I still feel just crummy about it.  Oh, poor Mr Beetle, I feel absolutely awufl.  I’m so sorry.

 

Image – Fowler, W. W. (William Weekes), 1849-1923; Donisthorpe, Horace St. John Kelly, 1870, public domain.

 

 

My brother and his wife have had two cats, Bonnie and Clyde, for eight years. In addition, they have always put out food for any strays who venture into the yard. One of those had such remarkable coloring that they gave him a name – Pierre, after Pierre Bezukhov (“earless”), a character in “War and…

via Two Rescued Cats Join a Happy Family — Katzenworld

Cats are always cool.  But cats with literary names are even cooler.

Mercy Thompson: Hopcross Jilly by Patricia Briggs – Goodreads book review

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Mercy Thompson: Hopcross JillyMercy Thompson: Hopcross Jilly by Patricia Briggs

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I preferred this graphic novel short story to some of the regular installments in text-format of the Mercy Thompson story. The artwork was beautiful, the colour-scheme was perfect – moody and Gothic – and Adam in particular was beautifully drawn. He looked almost as young as he’s actually supposed to appear. (Although Mercy looked rather younger, TBH.)

It’s nice to have a Jesse-centric story, as she’s one of my favourite characters and I love her interactions with Mercy. And a genuinely unnerving old-wives’-tale Big Bad, too! Four stars all round.

ETA – must also add, as always – where the heck is the contemporary Bran-centric story, with a real romance for him? Where? WHERE? It must surely be in the works? Surely? Please?

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Image – Mathias Appel on Flickr, public domain.

wow. and cats.

Since I began blogging this past year, it’s been such a joy to discover cat inspired artwork all over the world. I am amazed every day by the unending inspiration that the feline form (and temperament!) provides. Although I love so much of the art I find, certain cat artists quickly became favorites – and…

via 8 of Kitty Curator’s Favorite Cat Artists — Katzenworld

How adorable are these?  I need a cat.  I also need a print (or preferably an original) by every single one of these incredibly talented artists.

‘The Christmas Mansion’ by Hollis Shiloh – Goodreads book review

23463307629_ec6ca5fb52_kThe Christmas MansionThe Christmas Mansion by Hollis Shiloh

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Three point five. Nice attraction between the MCs, and an interesting combo of house restoration and magic!

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Image – Andy Miccone on Flickr, public domain.