Raising Rex

ITS BEEN WEEKS SINCE

I’ve Last Seen Carl …  My Carlito.

I Miss Him.  Dearly.  His Everything-ness.

He Was The Fifth.  Carlito Cinco.  Carl V.

… But, Really, The Only One.

 

THIS MORNING

I Spotted Rex …  

The Pretty Centipede

Climbing The Kitchen Wall.

… Oh, My, How He’s Grown.

 

WHEN I LAST CHECKED

Rex Was Creepy Crawlin’ His Way …

To The Laundry Room

Where I Think He Was Born

… Behind The Dryer Or The Exhaust Vent In A Fluff Of Lint.

 

I FIRST MET REX

About The Time Carl Went Missing …  

He Was Much, Much Smaller Then

Not The Big Boy He Is Now.

… Rex Appearing, Carl Disappearing …

 

NO, I CAN’T PROVE

That I’m Living In The Throes Of Mass Archnicide … 

A Spider Assassin.  Killer Of The Octo-Legged.

Am I Worried?

… Nah.

 

WHY NOT JUST …

Off Rex?

“I’ll Pretend I Didn’t Just Hear Myself Say That.”

I’m Not A Bug Lover.  Not A Bug Hater.  A Bug Facilitator Tot.

… Just A Strong-Assed Pacifist Who Wouldn’t Hurt A Fly …  

 

FUN FACT CONFESSION

Rex’s Life Expectancy is 1 to 6 Years …  

“Whoa, The Eff Down!”

Um, That Changes Things in My Domestic Economy.  Because Its Always About The Money Love.

… Aside From The Essential Living Costs Of Raising Rex … 

 

THERE’S EQUESTRIAN LESSONS

Booking An Extra Room on Vacay’s …

Air Jordans.

The new iPhone 25s.

And, Have You Checked The Cost of Montessori Pre-School for Scutigera coleoptrata (Linnaeus)?

 

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