it's monday, and i still see a dumpster. of course, no one is working on the house today. of course not. i better shake my sillies out and and calm my bad self down. i am beginning to act like dagwood bumstead.

anyway, last night, i had the pleasure of discussing the merits of arachnids…at 2:30 a.m. see, yesterday morning, BC had a spider some sit down beside her…well, not exactly. a little spider nearly came down on her head, and, in short, little girl was not amused. (who would be?) i cleared away the offensive spider and explained how spiders are usually our friends and eat the nasty bugs and are more scared of us than we are of them. in truth, i always left the bug squashing to BS — but that was pre-BC. now that she has come along, those hepped-up maternal instincts kick in, the ones that say “must-protect-baby-girl!” (in a william shatner-like voice, of course.)

so here i was in the middle of the night, turning on the light, showing her that the spiders were not coming down on her head. i even broke out a spray bottle and sprayed “anti-spider-serum” on them (water, and hey, imagine that, it is the same stuff as the anti-crocodile spray we use 😉 finally, at about 3 a.m., BC thought the better of it and conked out.

the last time i had this sort of conversation was in high school. a friend of mine (who shall stay nameless) had dropped acid, or so he claimed. my experience with that sort of thing remains limited, as i have never done the stuff but have been around people who were happily high and examining the deep meaning of bugs bunny. truly. but suddenly, here i was, little straight-A high school girl with friend who somehow was in ok-enough-shape to ring me up (in the days before redial) in the middle of the night. and why? to share that purple spiders were coming off the ceiling and attacking him. and that i had to help him. and somehow, i ended up convincing him that the spiders were friendly and that if he only closed his eyes, he would be ok. what possessed me to have that sort of conversation? i'll never know.

but i was reminded of it when my daughter informed me that her friend, Sammy Spider, was a friendly spider and that she would be ok. where did this come from? beats me. but i am glad that she suddenly befriended a friendly spider. maybe i will have a half-chance of a full-night's sleep.