Friday Fictioneers — She Needs Glasses

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Genre: Humour
Word count: 100

~~SHE NEEDS GLASSES~~

That idiot human has just demolished my home and scattered my babies to the wind. I’ve lived here forever, festooning the wing mirror on the passenger side of the car with webs built to ensnare a bountiful roadkill of gnats and resist a driving speed of 70 mph.

The Idiot isn’t car-proud and only washes her steel beast once or twice a year, at which time I reel in the main lines of my webs and retreat to safety behind the mirror cover casing.

My size makes me easy to overlook, but a giant brick pillar is quite another matter.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: Image copyright © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

32 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — She Needs Glasses”

    1. I have to admit, Bill, that I’ve written this story in honour of my car’s real life resident spiders, but the skirmish with the brick pillar is a fiction (so far!). I have an eye test booked for this month.

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    1. There’s me thinking that the spiders had just picked on my car. I don’t mind them living in my wing mirror really, but then I don’t own a shiny new car — far from it! Although it still would amuse rather than annoy me, even if my car was more swanky looking. Webs are a work of art.

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    1. Thank you, Neel 🙂 I’m so pleased you liked my story. It’s fascinating to watch a spider reeling in the main lines of its webs. It’s also fascinating to see how quickly they build a new line, if the old one gets broken.

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    1. Yes, indeed, Mrs Quincy MaGoo sounds about right 🙂 I hate to think what hitchhikers are hidden in my vehicle. It’s due for a servicing next week, so I’m sure that when they open the bonnet at the garage, they’ll find a few more webs, cooked flies, and other curiosities ensconced inside!

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  9. Dear Sarah,

    I once found, while driving, that I shared my space with a wasp. Needless to say…heart thumping wildly, I pulled over and opened all my windows until the little bugger vacated the premises.

    Loved your story. You do have a unique way of looking at things. I’m not a big fan of spiders although I did cry when Charlotte died. 😉 I am intrigued by their webs, though. At one time I had two garden spiders who built huge intricate webs over my picture window. I was very upset when my next door neighbor did me a favor and wiped them out.

    I do think your human in the story either needs her eyes checked or her drivers license revoked.

    Sorry for running on. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Dear Rochelle,
      That sounds like a most freaky experience, sharing your space with a wasp while driving. I’m not particularly scared of them but, ever since that accident of mine, I have to work hard to keep calm at the wheel, so the distraction of a wasp wouldn’t help! After reading “Micro” by Michael Crichton, which I’ll soon review, I’ll will see wasps in a different light from how I saw them before. The micro-world of creepy crawlies, and Nature in general, really is a most savage set up. It’s a fascinating book and probably influenced my desire to write something from a spider’s point of view this week.
      I once had a run-in with a concrete post in the hospital grounds. It was foggy and I had just done a 12-hour shift, but it’s not as if the post had moved since I parked the car, so I should have known it was there. And no jokes about senior moments… I was in my late 20’s then 🙂
      I’ll be over to FB when I’ve finished answering everybody’s comments… I saw your email on my phone at lunchtime!
      All best wishes,
      Sarah

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  11. So sad that this symbiosis was destroyed by something so senseless as a brick pillar… I love this, being endlessly entranced myself by the tenacity of arachnids. They’re delighted with my housekeeping skills, too. One of my earliest memories is being instructed by my mother not to be scared of them, so thanks to her I’ve managed not to develop that phobia. In fact I always laugh at myself when I’m startled by one, then instantly relax thinking “Whew, it’s just a spider!” I guess my imagination can conceive of way more frightening things. 🙂

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    1. I guess if there were deadly poisonous spiders in the UK, I’d feel a little less relaxed about them. In fact, there is a new species that has found its way into the SE of England, where I live (can’t remember what its called but I know what it looks like) and its bite has caused an issue with a few people. One man who got bitten in his garden shed, had to have a limb amputated. Common house spiders and money spiders are definitely my friends, and they do gobble up a few pests, which means they definitely earn their keep. The Orb garden spiders are really cool as well. Their webs are a work of art.

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    1. I loved reading Charlotte’s Web to my children. In fact, we kept a “Charlotte” house spider for a year as a pet. She lived in an ice cream tub, which contained a damp sponge for her to drink from, then we fed her a blowfly every week. Her webs definitely were a work of art and she grew huge with all the love and care she received. Not everybody’s idea of a pet but the children loved her. They didn’t have so much success with the snail-ry, as we called it, as they all escaped and eventually we found them hibernating behind a poster in my daughter’s bedroom 😀

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