Remember when They were spiders a few weeks ago? Remember when I said I was still picking thread from things days later? Really, I still am, but I just don’t say much, I just grump and grumble, checking my clothes before I leave the house for any stray “webs” and roll the remnants of the Spinnerettes into little knots and toss em away.
Well, tonite, my vacuum had enough. Done. Kaput. Gave up the ghost. Made the ultimate sacrifice. Giving the play room a once over, I headed into the guest room, and before I knew what was happening, yet another spool of thread was flying maniacally across the room, sucked into the twirling voracious rpm’s of the vacuum. Ever seen it? It would be kinda fun, the way the spool bounces across the room and hits the walls, willy-nilly, if only the vacuum wouldn’t then make that awful noise. That horrid noise, followed by the acrid smell of electric things getting too toasty.
In the fraction of a second it took me to kick the kill switch on ol Bessie, she sucked down almost a whole spool of nice, tan, cotton quilting thread. Thick thread, in case you’re not in the know. Rrrrrrrrr Kzkkkkkaaaaaa. Grind. Wheeze. Silence.
The Legend of the Spinnerette’s lives on. Ol’ Bessie has left the building.