They say that dreams are what happens to the flotsam of your life that can’t get filed by your brain while you’re sleeping.  My dreams might be duller if I gave up the internet for Lent.

Last night I dreamt that I had a verrrrrry large scorpion as a housepet.  I’m going to blame the species on Jennifer even though she hasn’t written about them in a while. The dreamy size of my pet must be due to reading about the coconut crab earlier in the week.

My escorpionazo was a very docile and pleasant companion if the house was quiet.  He did, however, become agitated at prolonged loud noises, and tended to smash our stereos and clock radios to smithereens.

Then I woke up.  The End.