The Scene: My Living Room
Me, at my laptop, fucking around doing very important, writerly things.
(Distinctive “bing-bong” tone lets me know there’s a new text.)
Walk to the kitchen, clear across the house, where phone is charging.
Text is from sister. Who is upstairs. And was directly over my head, when I was comfy with laptop.
“Can you come kill a spider?”
Spider meets an untimely end. Sister is grateful.
That was kind of ridiculous. And awesome.
(spider image from here)