Spider (He is our hero!)

Well, it’s that time of year again. I know what you’re thinking, and no, I don’t mean that time when the leaves turn golden, the air turns crisp, and the warm aroma of an apple pie baking in the oven drifts gently through the house. No, it’s the time of year when you’d better take a close look at your shower before you hop in each morning, because there’s nothing quite like standing there naked and wet, only to discover a large spider crawling toward your exposed foot.

I try not to kill spiders as a matter of principle. I usually put them outside or just leave them be. But when I’m at my most vulnerable, dripping wet in the shower, and I see one in there, it’s more than likely not going to survive the encounter. To all the arachnids for whose untimely death I bear responsibility, I offer my most heartfelt apologies.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.

Comments

)en said…
Are you kidding me?? When you're in the SHOWER? yeeeeeesh. (<-- that was a shudder) AbsoLUTELY that is ok.

Sorry to put links to my blog on yours--that's lame--but i once posted something very similar.

http://www.artisfree.com/jenslog/2006/06/ode-to-arachnid.html
September 25, 2007 at 4:08 PM
Joel said…
No need to apologize. In fact, I should add a link to your blog on the main page. There's nothing quite like indirect social networking.
I like the spider song.
September 25, 2007 at 4:17 PM
Krista said…
We have to sing the Itsy-Bitsy Spider song at least a hundred times a day for Gwen. It's the only thing that keeps her occupied for diaper changes.
September 26, 2007 at 10:18 AM
Joel said…
You change Gwen's diaper a hundred times every day? That works out to... over $6,000 per year. Wow.
September 26, 2007 at 11:45 AM
)en said…
good idea! :) i will do the same. gotta increase our traffic flow. plus your blog is good times.
September 27, 2007 at 11:34 AM
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