Last Friday, the sight of this tarantula* caused me to
leap up from the couch with a gasp, mid-conversation,
dash for my camera,
and run out the door.
I'm polite, like that.
Gorgeous New England Pie pumpkin I offed 2 weeks ago.
Yes, it's pretty, but the ghoulish part is the stab marks you might see,
and the beads of sweat it's producing as I heat up the oven
and eye it in a way that makes it very uncomfortable...
It is no longer with us.
And last, for good luck,
our coal black cat,
frequently visible only as the places you don't see light,
even when he's in bright sunshine.
"Bear" calls him the singularity,
as in what lies at the center of a black hole.
And if a black hole isn't dark like Halloween,
I don't know what is.
*Probably a male in the genus