have you ever just sat, wool-gathering, cloud-gazing, daydreaming--lost in yer own thoughts--& glance down to see one of those huge, science-fiction type, scary-looking but probably harmless bugs on yer pantleg
& freak out, go completely spastic for a few seconds?
& then feel a sort of immense gratitude to the Universe & whatever Powers that Be that there was nobody around to witness such a display?
prob'ly just me.
& freak out, go completely spastic for a few seconds?
& then feel a sort of immense gratitude to the Universe & whatever Powers that Be that there was nobody around to witness such a display?
prob'ly just me.
But then I go spastic when wasps buzz me, so whatever.