Adventures Of A Lab Techie

AKA: Segues Into An Over Active Imagination

Low crawling through the jungle vines
     Of Ethernet cables,
     Power cords,
     And surge protectors

I fight my way free of
     A ravaging pygmy dust bunny
     And his pet spider.
     I call him "Charlie."

But was I given a weapon when sent on this mission?
     No.
A machete? A pocket knife?
A screwdriver maybe?
     No.

And so the tangleweed of wires
     Grabs hold.
I choke and struggle.
The darkness comes.
I panic. No one is there to save me.


Until!


Rising above the rushing blood in my ears
Like the heady joyful sound of a chopper over rice paddies

A voice!

"Are you done being melodramatic?"


. . .


                       Maybe...