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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Grandaddy hairs?

When we were little, Grandma showed us how to catch a grandaddy-long-leg, hold it on our 
first finger, shout loudly to it saying, "Tell me where the cows are, or I'll kill you".  Invariably, 
it would lift one of it's long spindly legs, strike a pose, then point.   It was very entertaining to us, but probably wore out the poor spider.  

Once in a while at my age, I notice a  long hair in unmentionable places that remind me of those posed, pointing legs.  Mine is pointing north at the moment, I'm gonna kill it anyways.   

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