Spider Quick Step… by JoAnn
I walked through my front door the other day and the first thing I saw was a spider the size of the palm of my hand. Just hanging out casually in the middle of my living room floor. I let out a noise that I do not know how to spell. I did a couple quick steps and stomped on my unwelcome visitor. I’m sure it was only a spider of the garden variety and probably just as scared of me, but I did not want it in my personal space. Why come inside anyway is the question I find myself asking. What does a spider need indoors that he can’t get outdoors? He should not trespass.
I did feel a little guilt after the fact. Still do. Silly to most people I would imagine. My daughter Christine is a scientist. She has often told me to not kill the “good” spiders and snakes that eat other bad bugs, mice, etc. Her prompting has worked with mice, but I have yet to see a spider I could let go. Maybe it’s all the legs, or the vision of a horrible bite that causes an emergency trip to the doctor before the poison sets in and I lose a limb! See how my imagination runs away with me at the mere mention of a spider? Poor guy, you didn’t stand a chance. Better luck to your brother whom I’m certain is lurking in my back yard as I write your eulogy.