by Kim Terpilowski

Created on: April 01, 2010

Spider Web

Last Thursday I walked into my bathroom and something on the floor caught my eye. It was a huge spider! I mean it was this big! Well, not huge, it's not like I live in tarantula country. Not as if it was threatening my life-stock. It was just sitting there waiting for something to walk by to munch on. So, I stepped on it. Not enough to squash it under my shoe and leave nothing but a stain. No, I stepped on it just enough to leave it sort of curled in a ball. I thought about picking it up and dropping in the trash can of flushing it down the toilet but I've decided against it. I left it there as a warning to other spiders who might get the idea to roam around my house. I do that from time to time, leave a carcasses of an insect where it was killed as a deterrent. It might work!

Don't get me wrong, I know we need spiders we need all insects, yes I know spiders are not insects, they are classed as Arachnids (yeah I know how to look things up on Wikipedia, I mean we do live in the age of information). Still, I don't like spiders and I don't like insects, period. They don't have to crawl into my house and hang around. I'm doing just fine without them.

Just to veer off the subject here, do you think spiders that happen to crawl around your laptop look at pictures of whatever happens to be there? Do you think that if they saw a Wikipedia page with the description of Arachnids and say, “hey that's not why or how we do things, you got it all wrong Mr. Scientist.” Just a thought.

Do animals look at each other and wonder about their classifications? Do they care about it or do they just care about not being eaten by something that might find them tasty? I mean, we really don't know what animals are doing behind our backs. There could be some grand world take-over happening and we wouldn't know. One night I was driving on one of those nice quiet suburban streets with trees on both sides in front of all of the houses lining it, full moon, warm temperature, beautiful summer night. In the middle of the street I saw five large raccoons in a circle and only one of them turned his head toward my car and flashed his eyes, the others were completely ignoring me. They were just there, busy discussing...well....something. Maybe a hostile take-over of another group of raccoons or maybe they were plotting against us. Who knows, I forgot to ask I was just trying to get out of there without being ID'd. I wouldn't want to have a hit on my head to be carried out by some ...spider on behalf of a family of raccoons. I could be in serious trouble here just by typing this up. I mean what if they read blogs or what if the blog? That would be so amazing, don't you think? I would love to walk into a Starbucks and see a raccoon with a laptop just typing away, blogging, chatting on RaccoonBook or Raccoonspace.

Isn't it strange what being awake for thirty two hours straight would make you think about well either that or a little spider. Oh the way our brains weave.

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