Spider Musings...

Sunday August 2nd.


I woke up early - about 5-ish. The curtains in my room are REALLY thin. It was ok though, I had stitching and reading to keep me occupied. However, Sunday morning, my past-time was Spider Watching/Chasing. Yep, I woke up to find a spider on the wall. My first thought/words were, "Oh my, you're hideous!... ok, you have to go!"

I'm not scared or phobic of spiders, but I don't like them very much. I sat there, watching i...

Ok, so I was interrupted by my attempt at whacking it and squishing it. I whacked the monster with an old rolled up newspaper, but only achieved knocking it to the floor... and now I've lost the little bugger. Arse.


5 mins later...

Yep, I found it again, on the wall. I waited for it to get higher up the wall so I could actually whack it one... and I managed it - twice - and then it fell on the floor. Again. Aaaaargh! Now I'm annoyed! Why won't the thing just DIE?! Or better still, why doesn't it leave? There are at least 5 other rooms it can go exploring in! And that doesn't include the hallway or the wee space between the lounge, kitchen and front door.

And then I got to thikning about how the spider must be feeling, wandering around quite happily, maybe for a few hours, like... only to then find itself chased by a maniac weilding a newspaper!

Actually, sod that. I don't feel sorry for the spider at all. It should have known better than to come in my room. Maybe, hopefully, it'll think carefully next time it decides to come inside a house... unless, of course, spiders have the memory span of a goldfish. In which case, spiders, I think, are destined to be chased and whacked by maniacs with newspapers, but not remembering what happened last time, and forgetting/not remembering to just leave and escape. Idiots. That's it! Spiders; they're idiots.

So maybe I should feel sorry for it. No, no it's not my fault it's stupid/has poor memory. Serves it right for spoiling my morning which should have been taken up with reading and stitching. Bloody spiders.

Ok, now I'm annoyed agian. That could possibly be tiredness though... 5am is catching up with me, as well as that damn spider. Grrr... sod off, already!

I remember reading something about spiders years ago. Apparently, almost all spiders that come into your home are males looking for a mate. Does this mean, then, that males spiders secretly gay? Or are they just curious/experimenting or just not fussy? Hmmm...

Imagine that! A male spider comes into a home thinking of finding himself a lady-spider to settle down with and have baby spiders with... and comes across another spider. Hurrah! says the spider! Only then does he dicover his new-found friend is also male. He considers his options. A) say hello and carry on wandering... B) ask new friend of he's seen any lady-spiders around... or C) Ah, what the heck, you'll do!

Spiders... stupid and confused. Idiots.