Now it’s not that I’m afraid of spiders. I’m not. No – really, I’m not. (Honestly, honestly, honestly. Or does that sound like someone protesting too much???. Anyway – I’m really not that frightened of them!) And so what if I were??? Doesn’t half of the world have something of an aversion to six (eight?)-legged hairy arachnids?
Anyway. As I was saying. I’m not particularly an advocate for the cause of spiders nor a bleeding heart spider preservationist, but I would not have counted myself amongst those total arachnophobes who would be unable to sit in the room knowing there was a spider in the corner.
But when two – yes two – giant (nay, tarantula-like) – spiders take over your family room floor over two nights, brazenly playing hide and seek around the furniture, darting between the television and the settee, stopping, staring and looking as if they would eat your feet if they were left on the floor, that’s when I start to question my tranquility, my tolerance of the wildlife sharing my home!
Ok, ok, I know all the superstitions about the bad luck associated with expediting the demise of one of these of God’s creatures. But – does God realize the test he puts us to when he demands this of us?? Or is this just His way of excusing that deeper neurosis which prevents us from going near enough the spider in the first place to dispatch it?
Whichever. I find myself wavering here.
By nature a live-and-let-live type of person and too indolent to be jolted into unnecessary action (idleness exaggerated by the current, restrictive, back pain), I nevertheless start to feel it is perhaps something approaching an affront to have these two buddies gambolling giddily about the room, audaciously relaxed, uninhibited and, indeed, reckless. In front of me. Demanding my attention. Practically shouting ya-boo-sucks at me.
And that’s when I realize I really do have scruples. I’m confused. What should I do? Well – if I threw a shoe at them and managed to hit/stun (or even squash) one or both – wouldn’t I then have the unappealing task of cleaning up the mess?? Am I too squeamish for that?? And – do I have the right to check out the lives of little creatures just because they are invading my space??
Ooohhh. You’re right. My only recourse is to leave them to it. Head back into the dining room. To the laptop. Finish the blog!!! Let every (spider) have his day!! See – a total wimp (again!)