mission impossible

the spider packed its bags and left its former home between the tiled wall and the blue wall.

it walked assuredly away, until it found a couple of shoes. it looked them over with critical eye, surveyed the terrain, assessed advantages and disadvantages, and after careful consideration hid under the left-foot shoe.

the big giant came in the morning, sleepy, clumsy, all legs and arms. the spider sighed, here we go again. the giant picked up the shoe, for no reason whatsoever (what business does the giant have picking up a shoe, at 7am on a saturday after having a wee and immediately before returning to bed? giants are imminently ununderstandable...) the spider looked up, sprinted away. the giant jumped up, sprinted away.

a while later the spider still wasn't sure what to do: covering head with front legs hadn't worked, staying put under a shoe brought no greater success, the left-hand side of the sink -- final destination after early morning sprint -- would not do either: you could tell by the scattered carcasses that the place had no good karma.

the giant, at all this, had woken up again. it packed its bags and left its former home between the duvet and the mattress in the main -- and only -- bedroom.

it walked uncertainly away, until it found a door. it looked the door over, fumbled for the keys, and tried with its usual brute force to open its way into the house. they key was no use at all. the giant tried the lower, the upper, the middle and all the other key-holes. it phoned the locksmiths, the friend who was holidaying in Malaga and tried performing a magic dance. none of it worked. the giant laughed, here we go again. it picked up its bag and went back the way it came.

by the time the giant came back, the spider had vanished.

let's hope they both find themselves in a good place soon.