Ever get that erie feeling that someone is watching you? I had that sensation the other day while I was in the kitchen cooking (probably oatmeal, I can’t recall?). I wasn’t being paranoid. When I glanced over my right shoulder I found, not two, but EIGHT eyes staring in my direction. And there was nothing itsy or bitsy about this spider.
Though I’m no arachnologist, I went ahead and classified him anyway. My uneducated guess is that he was a member of the ‘tarantula, anorexia’ family, but since I couldn’t get him to sign off on a biopsy, we’ll never know. Generally speaking, I’m a spider-fan, but after taking a good look at this one up close, I started to wonder how much I liked the idea of him crawling over my face in my sleep. It didn’t take me long to come up with an answer. I decided I would not like it very much at all, so after I finished cooking, I had a decision to make. I could either do the Indonesian thing, locate the nearest leather sandal and beat him senseless with it, or walk away. I went with the latter. Like two gentlemen, we acknowledged one another’s presence and then went our separate ways. I figure as long as he stays on his side of the house, everything will be kosher.