I guess he'd been hanging out in our kitchen for a
while. When I reached for a glass I saw the
tiny spider spinning down from the ceiling on his gossamer thread. The movement of the cabinet door set him
moving to and fro unpleasantly close to my face.
"You're
cute, but you can't live here. This
kitchen is a No-Spiders Zone." I
thought I should explain our policies before ousting the intruder.
The spider
just hung there so I added: "In
fact, the whole house is."
Since he still made no move to leave I reached
as high as I could above the spider, caught the silk between my thumb and forefinger,
and started toward the back door.
He began a
mad dash up the string toward my hand.
'Yikes!
Me no like creepy crawly things on me!', I thought.
(I don't know why, but in situations involving Woman-versus-Slithery or
Creepy creatures I revert to Caveperson-speak.
I guess survival instincts cancel out language skills.)
I calculate
that I can make it to the back door before the spider makes it to my hand so I
hang on to the web and keep moving. But,
the motion disturbs the spider enough that he lets go in a free-fall to the
floor.
I don't see
where he lands.
'*** AH OOO
GUH! AH OOOOO GUH!!! ***'
Loud sirens
go off in my head: 'Code Red! Spider on
the loose! This is not a test! Repeat:
This is not a test!! AH OOO GUH!!!'
So I go into a wild dance; arms and legs flail, I swipe at my lower legs and shoes, trying to get rid of any potential intruders.
So I go into a wild dance; arms and legs flail, I swipe at my lower legs and shoes, trying to get rid of any potential intruders.
Then I see
him. (I know I keep saying 'him'...but,
truthfully, I have no idea what gender the spider is.) The tiny spider is scuttling
across the kitchen floor.
I'm still
rattled from my recent brush with death. (Okay, yeah, he's only about a
millimeter across...still... )
They do bite,
you know.
Anyway, because of my recent trauma, I give
serious thought to squashing him. I
could certainly justify it to myself as self-defense.
But something
about the way he's bravely scurrying across the floor, in spite of his recent
fall, makes me rethink my arachinicidal thoughts. Instead I open the back door, grab a glue
stick that's sitting on the island and offer him a lift outside. He refuses to climb on.
"Listen,
Spider, don't push your luck! I've
killed before. I could do it again." I see a piece of mail on the kitchen table and
offer him that. He crawls right on. (Note to Self: Threats work with spiders.)
I carefully
walk him out the back door, turning the paper as he moves to avoid him getting
on my fingers, and shake him into the fiddle leaf ferns.
"Fare
well little spider. Live long and prosper."
I'm feeling pretty good about my spider saving
benevolence. But, then it occurs to me I
should probably be a bit sterner. I
don't want to be overrun by freeloading spiders.
"But
don't come back inside! Tell all your
friends about the compassion I showed you." (I hope to buy peace, harmony, and a 'No-Biting-Susans'
policy in our backyard.) "But you
and your kind may not come into our home."
As a pest
control plan this lacks a lot.
Not only is it time consuming, but I'm allowing the enemy to live, thus giving them the opportunity to increase in numbers.
Not only is it time consuming, but I'm allowing the enemy to live, thus giving them the opportunity to increase in numbers.
Sometimes I do
just kill them. But I always feel bad
about it.
It's not just
because of that whole 'Thou shalt not kill." thing. I mean, I'm not a vegetarian, so obviously,
creatures have died because of me before.
It's more
because of that scene from one of the Douglas Adams "Hitchhiker..." books. The main character encounters this monster in
a cave. The monster has created a shrine
of hate to this man. It turns out the
man has killed the monster in more than one of the monster's previous
lives. (The monster had been a fly landing on the
guy's shirt, a mosquito trying to suck his blood, a steak he'd eaten...) Just by coincidence the man had killed the
monster about a hundred times.
This man meant
no harm. He had no idea that he kept murdering
the same reincarnated being over and over.
But this did not keep the monster from holding a pretty healthy grudge.
I'm not sure
little creatures have the conscience to know who's killing them, and I'm not
sure if they can reincarnate...
I just know I
don't want to encounter a monster in a cave with an ax to grind.
---
Here's
another brush with the insect kingdom that didn't end so well.
I was
sitting in the hot tub and flicked an ant off of the edge of the tub. My intent was for it to enjoy a startling,
but brief, flight and then begin the rest of its life somewhere else. Hopefully, somewhere where biting me was less
of an option.
Instead, I miscalculated, caught the side of the ant between my fingernail and the plastic of the tub, and smashed the legs on its left side.
Instead, I miscalculated, caught the side of the ant between my fingernail and the plastic of the tub, and smashed the legs on its left side.
I tried to
get it upright, hoping I was wrong. But
no, I had made it a trio-plegic.
It would never
walk again. There are no prosthetics I
could provide for this little ant. I
could not get it rebuilt to be the 6 million dollar ant. I had
to accept that it would die a slow death by starvation. Probably other ants would eat it. I saved it that fate, ending it quickly by smashing
him with my thumb.
I have killed again...and I feel bad about it.
I have killed again...and I feel bad about it.
I've seen 'A
Bug's Life'. I knew there was a
sweetheart waiting back at the anthill for him to come home.
She would be
waiting forever.
And it's all my fault.
You have a hot tub? I'm coming over!!! Exactly where is Ella during this carnage?
ReplyDeleteYes it is I...."Anonymous"
YC :)
Yes, we have a hot tub!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, you should come over!
I don't know where Ella was during the spider incident...I was busy fighting for my life.
When I was maiming ants she was probably skulking around the back yard doing that army soldier belly to the ground crawl thing...hot in pursuit of a sparrow or a pigeon.
(Ella feels no guilt about wanting to murder creatures.)
A couple of weeks ago, after wheeling the trash & recycling bins to the front curb, I walked right into a spider web and the spider TOUCHED MY LIP. I must sheepishly admit that I have not walked out the front door after dusk since August 20th.
ReplyDeleteEeeeeeeee!!
ReplyDeleteI don't blame you one bit!
Close encounters of the creepy kind are not something you want to go looking for!