You’d Better Not Be Here When I Come Back

For the most part, I’ve learned to coexist with spiders. I’ve not been nice to them in the past, but now I understand they’re not out to get me.

Mostly, they’re trying to stay out of my way. So now when I see a spider in my house, I say to it, “You’d better not be here when I come back,” and leave the room.

They’re generally not there when I return.

This arrangement seems to work well for both of us.

The other day, I saw a silverfish out of the corner of my eye. I dislike silverfish a heck of a lot more than I dislike spiders, but before I could get to it, it started spazzing out, wiggling in place. The next thing I knew, a spider a third of its size was on it, wrapping it up. The next morning, not a trace remained.

I was so impressed.

One Comment

  1. Some spiders are like predatory cat level smart:

    Spiders fascinate me. I think it was one of the first things that I applied the “If it freaks me out, I should learn as much as I can about it so I can deal with it more logically” principle to as a kid. Still don’t want one to touch me, but I can watch them without going nuts :-) (also applies to snakes, sharks, bees, wasps, cone snails, and a ton of other things) I did read a quote from a scientist that said something to the effect of “If spiders were the size of house cats, we (humans) would be extinct.” I can respect them, but they should stay outside.

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