thedeepestdaydream
Easy-breezy Life
Gentle reader, let me weave you a tale of woe and misfortune.
I'd like to preface this by saying I'm a big fat chicken. A huge ol' weenie. I see a tarantula and immediately head slowly in the opposite direction while screaming internally. It's to the point that I won't go on mystery island tours at night in fear of finding a tarantula island. Go ahead and laugh, but to me, the bells aren't worth the anxiety.
Now, I haven't seen a single tarantula for most of April. For some, this would be a cause for concern or complaint. For me, I'd been living in paradise, going on moonlit romps to my heart's content!
Cut to ten minutes ago. I had been running around, trying to catch a Marlin because it's the last of April's fish I need to donate to Blathers, nary a care in the world!
Then, I see it. Movement in the flowers out of the corner of my eye. I freeze, instantly filled with dread. No, it cant be! I think to myself, It has to be a trick of the light...
I inch forward, bit by bit, heart hammering a staccato in my chest. Slowly, the flowers come into frame. At first, I see nothing out of the ordinary, just my windflowers exactly as I had planted them. Oh good, I think, relieved, I had been mistaken-
The tarantula, possibly sensing that my guard had been lowered, chose that very moment to strike.
Dear reader, I'm not proud of the ungodly shriek that I unleashed. I sent my poor cat running from where he'd been asleep on my bed. My neighbors probably bolted upright in their beds, wondering at what banshee had disturbed them from their dreams.
And there is my tale. Take it as a warning. Do not grow complacent or you will awaken dazed and shaken on your front doorstep, Marlin-less.
I'd like to preface this by saying I'm a big fat chicken. A huge ol' weenie. I see a tarantula and immediately head slowly in the opposite direction while screaming internally. It's to the point that I won't go on mystery island tours at night in fear of finding a tarantula island. Go ahead and laugh, but to me, the bells aren't worth the anxiety.
Now, I haven't seen a single tarantula for most of April. For some, this would be a cause for concern or complaint. For me, I'd been living in paradise, going on moonlit romps to my heart's content!
Cut to ten minutes ago. I had been running around, trying to catch a Marlin because it's the last of April's fish I need to donate to Blathers, nary a care in the world!
Then, I see it. Movement in the flowers out of the corner of my eye. I freeze, instantly filled with dread. No, it cant be! I think to myself, It has to be a trick of the light...
I inch forward, bit by bit, heart hammering a staccato in my chest. Slowly, the flowers come into frame. At first, I see nothing out of the ordinary, just my windflowers exactly as I had planted them. Oh good, I think, relieved, I had been mistaken-
The tarantula, possibly sensing that my guard had been lowered, chose that very moment to strike.
Dear reader, I'm not proud of the ungodly shriek that I unleashed. I sent my poor cat running from where he'd been asleep on my bed. My neighbors probably bolted upright in their beds, wondering at what banshee had disturbed them from their dreams.
And there is my tale. Take it as a warning. Do not grow complacent or you will awaken dazed and shaken on your front doorstep, Marlin-less.
