An Evenings Run

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Short story time.

I’m halfway through my two mile run on the back half of a nature preserve. And what comes scuttling across the path… a giant freaking tarantula.

Me: please don’t let it chase me.

I don’t like spiders and I’ve heard about tarantulas doing that. Spoiler: I don’t think he noticed me as I sprinted past.

Me to the next person on the trail: there is a tarantula chilling on the path just around the bend.

Old man: oh! I just saw another on farther back.

Me: there are more!?

I then spent the rest of the run thinking every dark spot I saw on the path was another giant freaking hairy spider. Thankful I saw no others.


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