There is a...............

There is a spider on my desk. He knows I am here, and I know he is here.
The little bastard dived into some papers when I ran for a tissue.
This interrupts my concentration, as I type I am waiting for him to make another appearance.
I have papers I need to clean up, I think I will ask the 8 year old to do it, if I do it and the "THING" jumps out at me, I am likely to emit a blood curdling scream that will wake the whole household.
I am NOT afraid of spiders, I just don't like surprises.

Really Red

I can never leave well enough alone.

Lucy

Lucy looks like hell today, she isn't eating, or talking to me. The horrid lump on her head cracked open again, and its oozing faster. The smell of fresh blood is sickening.
I have sopped it up best I can, but now what do I do. I am in despair. IT is a crime that one cannot help an animal or get medical care because one doesn't have money.
I feel like I am at fault.
Even half the money is out of reach for me right now.
Pray pray pray.