In honor of the horrid display of wildlife outside my front door, as documented in the last post, I'm calling on you to dredge up your deep-seeded fears and phobias for our haiku-ing pleasure. See, if I were my husband, I'd probably write something like:
eight legged devils...
nightmares of webs spinning death
make me crap my pants
...and for myself? Well, see, I have LOTS to pick from. But let's just go with, say...
i don't trust this thing
reach out, deep breath and hold tight
screw escalators
OR...
hysterical tears
i just know this bridge will plunge
close my eyes and hum













