May 1st, 2009
We have these terrible little yellow spiders in our apartment. They have the most incredible camouflage I’ve ever seen in an animal (including the Australian owls that look like branches – I can’t find a picture that really does them justice, but we saw tawny frogmouths that we could not distinguish from their perch until they moved!). These spiders absolutely disappear when they’re on the carpet and still. I have literally sat on the floor watching one run across the tile floor, and when it hits the rug, it’s gone. I bent down very low, searching, and nothing – until suddenly it started running again.
So I hate these little bastards. They freak me out. Disappearing spider? Yeah… scary.
Last night one of them tried to ambush me. I’d just gotten home from our friends’ place (while there we watched The Hockey and speculated whether Canadians need some equivalent to the hand-over-heart gesture that Americans do when they sing their anthem – Puck suggested we try this. Oh Canada!) and was checking in on the internet. I worry about you when I’m gone. Will anyone take you for a walk, or a little scratch under the chin? So I am sitting at my table minding my own business when one of the terrible yellow spiders dashes across the table at my mousing hand.
Aside: I take this as evidence of the malevolent nature of spiders. Of all the things to attack, it picks my mousing hand, the hand without which I would utterly unable to internet. I know because sometimes I try mousing with my left and I am lousy at it.
Return: So I uttered a womanly shriek and leapt up and flapped my hands around and squealed, “Kill it! Kill it!” until Husband (who hates to kill spiders or anything else but can apparently be swayed by my panic) squashed it with a book.