OMG I fried the spider!

 



For the past week I've been watching this little furry black spider saunter around the kitchen ceiling.  I don't know.  Maybe I've gotten soft in my old age or maybe I've developed greater empathy and less anxiety about arachnids.  But, not once did I say "Crap - where did that fly swatter go?" or drag a kitchen chair across the room to off the beast.  

This morning, however, the damned thing committed suicide.  There I was happily sauteing a skillet of zucchini for lunch when I see a black shape web drop itself RIGHT INTO THE SKILLET!!!  Aghhhhh.  Intense swearing as I try to swish it away from its fatal plunge then try to remove its crisping body off our noon-time vegetables.  

Do things like this happen to EVERYONE, I ask?  This is NOT the first time I've had a spider drop down inches from my face.  

The first time I was a young professor attending the graduation party for a student held in the basement of a church.  Long table.  White table cloth.  Cake.  People.  

Then SPIDER. 

 Inches from my face.  

I scream.

I throw myself backward

and my chair slams into the wall behind me.

I'm sure everyone remembers that party.  

This time, though it would not have created a public scene, no screaming.  No furniture toppling. Just deep-fried spider skimmed off the top of a coin of zucchini.

Zucchini fed to family.  I made a conscious decision to NOT segregate the slice.  I figure the heat would have sterilized any spider germs...

and Zupe would KILL for spider super-powers.

Watch this space.

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