It’s become a little more frequent lately. Spiders. Dreams of them. Something must have triggered, due to the horde I found myself fighting off with a cane. (I was cleaning my closet, there they were.) Even before then, my dreams have been invaded by eight-legged freaks of many shapes and sizes.
I say ‘dreams’, because it’s not really nightmarish. I suppose it would be if I were afraid of them. Which I kind of am, but there’s a bigger aura of indifference. As if we have an understanding that we can exist, just not get in each others way. (Again, this is about the closet. I felt threatened. They had to go! It was an invasion of privacy!) That’s not to say that They haven’t been scrazy. The much larger spiders are always going to freak the fuck out of someone. But I’ll be damned if I didn’t say it was fascinating.
Last night, while doing a routine segment with Will from Tested, We found something. It was colorful, decently sized, ugly as hell. A spider crawled it’s way into the kitchen doing whatever it felt like doing. We stopped ourselves, watched, decided we had to kill it. I armed myself with a broom, and while not liking the idea of getting closer to the creature I gripped it tightly and prepared to jab.
It jumped and out of it’s ass came a ladder of cob-web. It skittered it’s way up, into the ceiling, and away from us for good. There was no moment of freaking out, not finding myself suddenly awake. just puzzled at the bemusement of a ladder.
Spiders, Man…
Well done.