The Thing that Lives in my Lamp

Today's blog is brought to you by:  The thing that lives in the hanging lamp in the front entryway of our rental house.

We moved into this house last fall, and I am ashamed to admit that I have known about the thing in the lamp since shortly after we moved in.  I was just too lazy to do anything about it, you see.

Which reminds me of the Easter card I bought for Chris at the grocery store tonight, that I only just now realized I left on top of the self-checkout machine.  Crap.


I should explain that the card had a picture of a lady sitting in front of a Christmas tree.  The tree had a bit of what I would call an excessive amount of tinsel, but that's besides the point.  When you opened the card, it read, "Mary Lou realized it was Easter, and you know what that means.. time to take down the Christmas tree."


I thought this was hilarious, because one April in 2007 I was that person. 

But enough about my intermittent tendency towards procrastination.  We were discussing the thing in the lamp.  I took some pictures for you.  They are not very good pictures, but you'll get the idea.

 

It looks like some bit of mutant fern.  Or a really, really, really large centipede.  

Here's what I know:

1) It's not alive, because it hasn't moved or changed since the first time I noticed it.

2) I can't reach it without a ladder.  Which we don't have.

3) I am not even about to attempt standing on a chair and trying to fish it out with my hand without being able to see what it is first.

Which leaves us with what I don't know:

1) Whatever the hell it is.

And what do YOU think it is?