Buggy Call

[Rod Drake]

She wanted me to come over and kill a spider. It was Saturday night, late, and I was in the middle of a Planet of the Apes movie marathon; if Wendy wanted me to be her on-call bug slayer, then she shouldn’t have broken up with me. But I went over – it was just a couple blocks, only a few minutes going the back way, and even in the dark, I remembered the route by heart. Wendy looked, well, great, wearing my old Killers t-shirt and little else, and she smiled sweetly, touching my arm, so apologetic about having to call me, but well, it was a big one, and she hated spiders. I kinda got the feeling that this was just a ruse to getting us back together, particularly when she said the spider was in her bedroom. So striding confidently into her bedroom (where I had been many times), magazine rolled up and ready, I suddenly saw the spider on the wall, a spider the size of an overfed housecat; I dropped the now-useless magazine and stood frozen in shock as the giant arachnid leaped onto me, tearing out my throat with its terrible jaws.

[Angela]

Hah! I didn't see it coming, but I should have. You couldn't have taken care of Wendy with just one sentence, so I guess the bug had to take care of you. Great job.

[Michelle Davis]

Ok as one who is absolutely terrified of spiders....this one is likely to give me nightmares for a week! On another note: fantastic job weaving the web that lead me onto it!

[Gita]

Reminds me of the phone call in Annie Hall when she needs Alvie to come over cuz the spider's the size of a Buick.
Never ever answer a late-night, pest-control call.

[Robert Crisman]

Not an amicable divorce I take it.