The other day I told a lovely young person a story that Nebeel had educated me about.  I can’t say I remember all the details, after all, some people accuse me of a poor memory–a fuzzy memory.

But Nebeel said that there is a frog somewhere who has no defenses. Completely helpless.  But this frog has a companion who protects it.  The companion has all the weaponry and the companion is a tarantua.

The big, creepy looking spider keeps the little frog safe.

I want to be like that.

I want to know if the spider is as weary as I am…