4/24/2009 - Bedfellow

Scott realized, last night, that the tickling we both felt on our sides as we lay in bed was not our loving, wayward fingers but a small yellow spider.  Thrust suddenly into the light of my bedside lamp, the creature attempted an escape. 

I, ever the scientist, was intrigued and studied him on his journey.

 

Moxie, ever the hunter, sprang into acute awareness, pawing and snapping at the bug. 

And Scott, ever the the cold-blooded killer, grabbed a tissue and squashed the thing before it could tickle any other poor victims in their sleep.