So there we were, enjoying a Facetime session with our grandsons, when Ollie’s face fiffled away so he could point the camera at a spider that was scrambling to safety on top of a bucket. \u201cNo!! NO!! Leave him alone!!\u201d Ollie shouted at his brother Gabe. Not sure how one can tell the gender of a spider, but anyway that led me to go to the YouTube and find a video of The Who singing their famous arachnid song, \u201cBoris The Spider;\u201d and I found a cute video so I shared the link to our daughter’s phone so she could maybe show it to the grandsons later which of course gave me the ability to make a long overdue run-on sentence that I often like to stick into a story somewhere for really no good reason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since we are all on lock down due to this terrible virus, we have not seen our grandsons in person for at least 2, maybe 3 moons now. That’s a long time for gentle people like us!! Fridays were often the day they’d come to visit, and they’d stay till Sunday evening. They know that I write \u201cHappy Friday!!!\u201d every week; and when they’re here I ask them what they’d like me to write for them. Since Gabe was off and about doing Gabe things, after coming inside from showing us the spider I asked Ollie what tonight’s story should be about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet’s see,\u201d he pondered, \u201cwe’ve already covered the cows that migrated to the moon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said, \u201cwe did that one a while ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI dunno…\u201d Ollie’s well seemed a bit dry. The Facetime call was the 2nd<\/sup> for today, and it was getting time to say bye-bye; so I just threw out a suggestion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow about Boris The Spider?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah, that sounds good. Boris The Spider,\u201d Ollie replied with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, I don’t think I can really improve on The Who’s rendition of the song. I mean hey, spiders are very important creatures, this I know. But still, when I find Boris or any other spider on me (and it’s always by surprise), my first reaction is to do a very animated running dance. And the bigger the spider is, the more I freak out. I’m what you might call a spider wimp I think. I’m sure the spider is way more frightened of me <\/strong><\/em>than I am of her <\/strong><\/em>(or him<\/strong><\/em>), but I’m sorry, when a creepy crawly spider is walking around on me, it’s just time for the shake shake holy moly dance!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Over the years, my respect for spiders has grown considerably. I normally try to catch them if they are in the house. Any that are larger than a pencil eraser are caught with the old drinking glass and piece of paper trick. I shoo them into the glass and put a piece of paper over the top to trap them until they can be released outside. Smaller ones… believe it or not… I can actually pick up the smaller ones. Sometimes. If I have the nerve. Which is sometimes. OK they still freak me out even if they’re tiny; but yes, I can actually cradle one in my hand if they’re small enough. However, I still have a bit of killer instinct at times, and yes, if a spider comes out of nowhere there must might be some smooshing (please, don’t tell Mother Nature).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Boris The Spider has always been one of my favorite songs by The Who. I went looking around for a creative video that fit the song, and I found this one. Same one I sent to our daughter’s phone. Hope you like it. But remember, spiders are people too. Be nice to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n OK so they’re not people. They’re spiders!! <\/strong><\/em>Just be nice. We need them!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n