And the little spider in the upper corner of the living room must think I am nuts, I must be, because spiders don`t think, and intelligent humans would never even use one second of their time to think about it... Poor little spider, I have no heart to kill her. I`ll adopt her as my pet. At least no one will stole her...
What the hell, try it, it is a good sarchastic feeling.. Honey, I am home.
Then, absolute silence, you make a cup of tea and open a book. That is the only conversation you`ll get. Oh well, at least one can pick an interesting one.
What are you laughing at?
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What am I laughing at? I lauging at the fact that I do exactly the same. Only diference is that I have a mouse in the room.
Talking to a spider is no harm to anyone. The problems begin when the spider talks back.
Ooooops.
I'm guessing the spider talked back.
No. She ignored me. But I kept staring at her, and at some point was some sort of surprised that she didn´t talk back.
Does it count?
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