Timothy the Terrible

Miss Pam had not yet pur-chased her camera (see http://thewriteactor.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-spake-to-pam.html ) when I walked across the concrete floor of her den.

She was pretty astounded to see a tarantula the size of her palm casually strolling toward the TV (hmmm, what was on?) so she captured me in a large flower vase and took a video with her cell phone. Thus the freeze frame/transferred/exported/blurry image. For my part, despite my tiny brain, I didn't know about the menagerie, else I would never have ventured into the small creature harm's way that is Miss Pam's house. Luckily, after admiring me for a few minutes, and unable to find a fly for my dinner, she took me across the bridge and released me, thump, into the poison ivy on the opposite bank of the creek.