Acts of Somebody, part 2

So, you have to read Acts of Somebody.... the first part, if you haven't read it.  Because I'm not going to start this second part of the series with a summary introduction for you to catch up.  Besides, I kind of enjoyed writing last night's blog, and I would like for you to read it.





So, I felt dirty today.  I didn't go in the pool after work.  Usually, the night before my day off, I don't shower.

Yes.  I'm admitting it.  Get off your high horse and climb onto my miniature pony.

Anyhoo, I know that I am going to take Rudy for exercise the next morning, and I'm going to sweat anyway, so why bother to waste the water.

Well, I felt especially dirty today.  So, I took a shower.  I was thinking how maybe I might come up with a blog topic while in the shower.  And I sure did.

I have sad news to report.  When I got into the shower, I saw the corpse of my new spider friend on the tile.  She was all moving a little with the water flow, so I splashed her a little to see if she had any life left in her.  She was gone, though.  So, I directed her lifeless corpse to the drain, where she got entwined with my hair, and may or may not have gone down the drain.

I guess, while her life was short, I'm glad to have met her.  Hopefully someone will say that about me one day... after I'm 65 or so...

But, I guess, the bright side is, she left a legacy.  Right in the corner where she was hanging out last night, was a baby.  She was hugging the corner wall.  But as I stared at her, she started to climb the invisible web, and she was even climbing upside down.  And then she started venturing away from the corner.

I wondered, did she want to see companionship?  Should I move her to the corner condo with a view, so she could meet her next of kin?  Or should I ease her into it, maybe move her to the corner by the sink where all the dead ants are?  Or maybe she doesn't want to leave the shower.  I mean, after all, her mother just passed away.  I guess the rules of observing nature say that you are not supposed to interfere, right?  And why am I always trying to control others decisions anyway?

All the same, I want this little spider girl to survive and thrive, and catch as many ants as she can.  I feel like I should read and watch Charlotte's Web now.  I haven't seen that movie or read the book since I was a kid.  But I remember it having a strong impact on me.  I've always loved pigs, and I wonder if that inspired my love for pigs or fostered my previous love for pigs?  Which is weird, because I don't really remember having very much contact with pigs, but they are so cute and tasty too.

Anyway, I hope all the best for little spider girl.  I hope she gets out and sees the world and has adventures galore, so that her mom didn't die in vain.

Still Infested

So, the other day we ate Jamaican food, and we brought the leftovers home.  So, last night the FP ate it for dinner.  We went to bed around 1 am, and I was reading.  There were several flies that had found their way into the apartment during the day, and they were all buzzing around my head.  So, finally, I decided to just go to sleep already.

We slept in today.  I mean, I think I got up at 10:30!  So, I got on the computer, and I was drinking my coffee, minding my own business. When I was done, I turned around and stood up, and I stepped in a mess of ants attacking a big oxtail bone.  I mean, they were in a frenzy, and there were so many.  So I sprayed them, and then a few minutes later, I found the rest of the ants trailing through the grout, who hadn't gotten the signal that there was no more breakfast.

So, we cleaned up the house a little, all the while the flies were taunting me.  In the kitchen there were a couple of roach carcasses, but that's a good thing, right?  Better than live ones.

What are we doing moving to a place that has even more insects and bigger roaches?!  I hate roaches and mosquitos, and now ants.  But I'm willingly moving to Florida.

I was just googling spiders in florida, and now I have the heebie jeebies.  I remember many a night battling big ass hairy... wolf spiders?  I think that's what they were.  They always seemed to end up in my bedroom, and I would spend several terrifying nights wondering if it would attack me in my sleep before finally getting rid of it.  I don't care if they aren't really harmful, they are terrifying looking.  I know, that's prejudice.  Just cause a person is terrifying looking would I hit him or her with a newspaper to try to kill him or her?  If he or she were in my bedroom running around on my walls, yes.  Yes I would.

Once, in college, I saw a huge huge one, that might have been a wolf, but it was the biggest spider I have ever seen, besides maybe something at a zoo.  The abdomen was huge!  The whole body was bigger than my hand.  It was in my roommate's room.  I tried to get something to kill it, and it ran into her closet.  I was leaving to go to the club, and I was kind of fucked up, so I wasn't quite sure what to do....  When I came back I told her about the thing, and it eventually came out like it was going to attack us.  We sprayed it with bug spray and it just kept coming at us.  It looked like it was dead and then it started coming for us again.  It took a lot of spray to kill the thing.  And then it shriveled up to a small exoskeleton.

Do I really want to move back to that hot, damp, humid, tropical weather where insects all seem to be bigger and more aggressive?