“Won’t you step into my spaceship,” said the spider to the fly. “Tis the speediest little spacecraft in which you’ll ever fly. It will take us to great heights, ones you’ve never reached before. Just soar up here to where I’m hanging, beside the cockpit door.”
“Oh, no thank you,” said the fly. “Though your invite sounds quite grand. I’m happy here upon the earth, buzzing o’er the land.”
“Are you certain?” said the spider. Continue reading






Marie-Anne Carolus-Duran would rather have been sitting in a dark and musty closet ensconced in a nest of her riding instructor’s malodorous paddock boots and picking lint bobbles from her Sunday frock than posing for a portrait with Yéti.
BURIED ALIVE: HOLY GUACAMOLE – HOW I ATE MY WAY FROM UNDER AN AVALANCHE OF AVOCADOS







