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'Mares Nightmare Daymare ---------------------------------------- What's small, numerous, and thrives in the dark? ---------------------------------------- |
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The Old Dark Metal Tunnel Under the Road: Many moons ago when I had less bodyfat and more problematic skin, I was over at my friend's house when we decided to take his small aluminum boat out. We were on the other side of the lake when we thought to head over to the nearby adjacent lake. There were two options to achieve this goal: carry the boat over the road or go under the road through a tunnel. We shunned the idea of carrying the boat over the road for reasons bearing on sloth. Instead we chose to float through the old dark metal tunnel under the road, saving physical energy. Bad choice. The aluminum boat would barely fit into the tunnel, by mere inches on either side. Our oars were useless and the current was not strong enough to pull us through. So in the wisedom of youth, we both lay on our backs and pushed the boat along with our feet on the tunnel ceiling, each feeling smug in our clever plan. Within moments our sight became acquainted with the darkness, and then we saw what our efforts were producing: a steady shower of long, clear bodied spiders fell into the boat and onto us with each kick on the ceiling. We rather unfortunately realized this exactly half way through the tunnel. After an intense, brief argument over who's brilliant idea it was to kick the ceiling in the first place, we decided to cut our losses and go back to the previous lake, in the process knocking down countless more crawly things into the boat. We emerged from the tunnel into the bright light of day and with near hysteria rowed straight to land and bravely ran from the infested boat. Later, we returned to the boat to find its inhabitants had vacated the rowboat for darker places.
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 © sklender, 1996 - Until My Death, and then three weeks beyond that. |
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