Bugs!
This morning a beetle (the size of a baby turtle, that’s what I first thought it was) landed in a bowl of water. It’s actually the catch plate from a potted plant, you know, but he was stuck and couldn’t climb out. So I grabbed some trash that has blown into our yard and helped him. He crawled up the Styrofoam plate and off into the grass. A happy beetle.
Not all bugs are so happy. Thursday night the ants were feasting on a dead tarantula in the doorway to my roommates room. The ants were happy. They are those really small ones that are always first to the scene of the death. The tarantula was flattened, like the life was sucked out of it and it had been stepped on. Only, no one here had stepped on it, or sucked the life out of it for that matter either. So who did?
The first question asked is what is big enough to kill a tarantula. Well, I have to admit that we could only come up with a scorpion. One just killed one of our student’s dogs, but it was a loud whinny dog that no one liked so people around the neighborhood were pretty content with the scorpion. But that was before it was in anyone’s house killing tarantulas.
The next question is, of course, is the scorpion still in the house? Maybe the scorpion has been following the tarantula for days on some epic adventure, only to have to two come to head in the doorway of my roommates room. The triumphant scorpion, fat and happy, trooped off to save the neighborhood from other unwanted pests. There are bats in another house that poop down on a teacher’s computer. Maybe the scorpion will go there next.
Or, maybe he is in my shoe.
The final question, what do we do in a house with tarantulas, scorpions, millions of ants, several geckos, beetles, crickets, cockroaches, termites, bats, spiders, moths and other unidentifiable animals that crawl up your leg from the shower drain and you have to realize that feeling isn’t water running up your leg? That rest in the couch and above the kitchen sink? That crawl across the floor as you’re trying to walk barefoot at night in the dark because the light burned out but the ceiling is 14 feet high?
Call it home.
Not all bugs are so happy. Thursday night the ants were feasting on a dead tarantula in the doorway to my roommates room. The ants were happy. They are those really small ones that are always first to the scene of the death. The tarantula was flattened, like the life was sucked out of it and it had been stepped on. Only, no one here had stepped on it, or sucked the life out of it for that matter either. So who did?
The first question asked is what is big enough to kill a tarantula. Well, I have to admit that we could only come up with a scorpion. One just killed one of our student’s dogs, but it was a loud whinny dog that no one liked so people around the neighborhood were pretty content with the scorpion. But that was before it was in anyone’s house killing tarantulas.
The next question is, of course, is the scorpion still in the house? Maybe the scorpion has been following the tarantula for days on some epic adventure, only to have to two come to head in the doorway of my roommates room. The triumphant scorpion, fat and happy, trooped off to save the neighborhood from other unwanted pests. There are bats in another house that poop down on a teacher’s computer. Maybe the scorpion will go there next.
Or, maybe he is in my shoe.
The final question, what do we do in a house with tarantulas, scorpions, millions of ants, several geckos, beetles, crickets, cockroaches, termites, bats, spiders, moths and other unidentifiable animals that crawl up your leg from the shower drain and you have to realize that feeling isn’t water running up your leg? That rest in the couch and above the kitchen sink? That crawl across the floor as you’re trying to walk barefoot at night in the dark because the light burned out but the ceiling is 14 feet high?Call it home.
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