Cletus

Today there was serious trouble and Cletus is to blame.

I was outside doing my normal Saturday routine when I hear my wife screaming at me from the garage door to the house.

Of course I throw the broom down and run in to have her tell me, "There's a black widow! It was on the coffee table and dropped down onto the rug! I can't find it!"

And the tear-down of the living room began.

We have a very large three piece couch; I pulled all of the pillows off, etc., etc. until the couch was literally upside down. I vacuumed EVERYTHING that could be vacuumed and the curtains came off the railing - the commencement of fall cleaning began.

As we were cleaning the living room I noticed my cats were upset and going nuts over the furniture rearrangement and noise from the vacuum. They're quite amused by bugs so I started teasing them over the fact that this little spider was giving them so much trouble, when I decided to allot a southern twang-tinged voice and the name of Cletus, because everyone knows spiders are the Arkies of insect society... right?

It sure as hell made things a little more lighthearted for the moment and frankly, I think the cats liked chasing Cletus around.

We never found Cletus, but I guess it doesn't matter because it coaxed us into cleaning the living room out thoroughly and God knows we needed that.