|The Altoids box of spidery doom!|
In this box there is a spider. The spider could be alive or dead but the only way to actually know what state it is in would be to open the box to find out. Until that happens the spider can be thought of as being both alive and dead. Which is far more preferable at this point to me than opening the box and finding it to be still alive because if that spider is alive it is going to attack me like a rabid rottweiler!
Here's the thing. I have something of a complex and layered relationship with spiders. I really love and respect them for their ecological niche - killing things like flies and mosquitoes that I so passionately despise. I think having spiders in the garden is great for that very reason. In fact, as a child I used to catch grasshoppers and throw them into spider nets just to watch them feed. I think spiders are totally cool. However ALL of that changes when they come inside the house. Especially if they come into my bedroom. When that happens I lose my shit. I'm not proud of that fact but that iss never going to change.
Look there are exceptions. I don't care if there's a Daddy Long Legs in my room. Those guys are cool, welcome even. The worst thing about having a Daddy Long Legs in your room is that it means that the cleaning lady is totally ignoring you on the whole "dusting" thing. But like I said, I don't mind that much since they are totally harmless except to small annoying insects. Therefore any Daddy Long Legs is welcome in my room.
So last night I'm getting ready for bed and I hit what feels like a tripwire. Suddenly I feel like I'm covered in pieces of sticky string which I quickly realise is not string but web and not your average thickness for spiderweb so clearly not something as innocuous as Daddy Long Legs webbing. Does anyone else ever have that feeling when they've hit a spiderweb that there is a spider on them? I do! So I spend some frantic minutes in front of the mirror checking to see if I have a spider on me. I didn't. Just some really strong webbing that felt like it stayed on me even after I removed it. In fact I kind of still feel it on me right now. Spiders just make me feel violated like that. Alright so after I made sure there is no spider on me I turn around and look up and see this on my bedroom wall:
|Raid, you have failed me for the last time!!|
So I got some pliers and tried to pick it up at which point the spider levitated! Again, rationally I know that it probably just went up a bit of its webbing but at that point it seemed more like that spider defied the laws of gravity to lunge at my neck! At which point trying to get it out of the window was no longer an option for me and so I grabbed the nearest container I could find and maneuvered it in there before it could challenge the laws of physics again to attack me. I refuse to live in an anime!
And that is how I ended up with a dead-alive spider in a box. And I think I'm OK with never knowing whether it's alive or dead. I'm willing to live with that mystery so perhaps I will just go bury it somewhere...