simon's trousers

i was reading another woman's memoir today for my internship and in it the author talked about the time when, as a young girl, she pulled all the legs off of a daddy long legs. how horrific. i couldn't imagine ever ever touching one, let alone amputating one over and over again.

i was standing at my bathroom sink when i knocked my contact lens case off of the counter. i managed to reach down into the crevice in which it had fallen and tossed the offender into the sink. i realized that along with the lens case, i had actually grabbed a daddy long legs and had crushed one of its legs. when i came home from kharmful charms of daniil kharms, the daddy long legs was dead in my sink, skewed up in the rigor mortis of arachnideath.