Watch Your Step

A bit of paranoia starts to set in when one month a black widow shows up on your back step and the next a scorpion appears poised to wipe its eight feet on the mat of your front step. I said I like bugs; I didn't say come for cocktails! But word seems to have spread, and on a recent morning I stumbled over this millipede all curled up like a bum sleeping on my stoop. He stayed for a cup of coffee, we talked about the weather and set off on our respective days. I told him the neighbors serve Peets with a shot of whiskey, if he wants to wake up over there tomorrow.

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