The Nest – Flash Fiction

Well, this one came from a couple of real life events. The first was buying a VAN this past week! WOO! I’m a van mom now! (I cannot tell you how excited I am. The doors SLIDE OPEN so I don’t have to wrestle Thing 2 through a half-cracked door in our overstuffed garage now! I can fit both boys, both carseats, spouse, AND DOG CRATE in this mother-! It has REAR ENTERTAINMENT. *dies of joy*)

The second part of this story comes from the fact that it’s wolf spider season here in New England, which means THEY’RE COMING INSIDE TO FIND MATES. We’re essentially a love hotel for spiders. OMG. I hate it so much. We were sitting on our couch the other week, just chatting, and all of a sudden I realize the dark shape spread eagle on my bulletin board in the corner IS A MASSIVE SPIDER and I just about choked on my own tongue getting Andy’s attention. Andy, bless him, is an arachnophile, and I’ve worked very hard to understand this and condone it, and he took it upon himself to trap it in a vase, BECAUSE IT WAS TOO BIG FOR A GLASS, and let her outside. My skin was crawling all night long. UUUUuuuugh. So spoiler alert: this one’s got spiders. Sorry folks.