Thursday, November 11, 2010
Giving Me The Creeps
When they're outside, I'm all, "Live and let live." But when I see one crawling along the bathroom sink or basement carpet, that's a no go.
Luckily, our indoor cat thinks any spider that unwittingly enters our house is a new toy we picked up for her at PetCo, where the pets go. I believe I can thank her for taking out the thing that looked like a mangled Black Widow next to my desk. And only because we live in Jersey, and not Cali, am I not freaking the #%@! out right now.
I could go ask Cara to give a post-mortem on the remnants. But I value my life, and don't relish getting mowed over as she makes a cartoon-like impression in the wall running from said bug. I said this spider was particularly creepy, right?
But here's what I don't like: I don't like having to be brave about getting rid of a spider -- dead or alive -- if Mike's not around or if he's on deadline or watching an NFL game or a particularly riveting episode of Discovery ID.
Sometimes, I want to be a baby and not the mom.
Unfortunately, I let the Marie Claire subscription lapse because well, I don't know. Something about size zero 19-year-olds in $5,000 Burberry Prorsum and Valentino concoctions makes me feel more withered than aspirational. Even worse, Cara was reading it... and then sending me links to apparel web sites.
That leaves me with Sunday paper inserts to phwack spiders, Asian stink bugs and assorted other arthropods and arachnids.
Which is why I'm grateful our cat Molly finds bugs highly fascinating. She'll bat them around like mini soccer balls, perhaps engage them in a little "trap and release." She might wrap up the play date by eating them. Or leaving them by my desk, to show off the prize kill.
Sure it's primitive in a suburban kind of way, but it keeps the cat happy. And the bug juice off the wall.
Posted by Catherine Salfino at Thursday, November 11, 2010