Buggy And The Spider Poem by Curtis Johnson

God gave Adam the right to name all the creatures of the world.
On yesterday,12/02/2016, a little bug appeared on our lamp table.
I did not know his name, so I gave him one and called him Buggy.

When I saw Buggy, my first thought was that he did not belong in my house, and instinctively I swatted him softly. He was slightly wounded, but I decided to let him live. I also decided to continue my reading and forgot about him.

About 10 to 15 minutes later, I looked in the direction I last saw him, and he was gone. I then inspected the environs of the lamp table and spotted him in the web of a spider, being prepared and processed for the spider's own purpose. That scene was getting p-r-e-t-t-y interesting to me, though not so much for Buggy. Therefore, I reached for my magnifying glass for a closer view.

After a period of probing that ‘wild kingdom scene', I think that ‘spider man' spotted me. I cannot think of another reason for him to up and leave his prey. I then freed Buggy from the web and returned him to the lamp table. After several hours, I thought about him and checked on his whereabouts; but Buggy was nowhere to be found.

I thought that was my last encounter with Buggy, but it was not.
The next morning, my wife informed me that she encountered a bug crawling on her as she sat in the chair next to the lamp table. Yes, it was Buggy; but by that point, his longevity had run its course.

I had rescued Buggy once from my wrath and again from the dinner table of the spider. Unfortunately, I was not available to intercede for Buggy when he encountered my wife. All I could say was, ‘Good bye Buggy'.
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