I awoke the other day to Miles and Caitlynn freaking out over a spider on the ceiling. Caitlynn, who is afraid of any type of bug or spider, just basically shrieked at the sight of it and wanted me to kill it (nope, not gonna do it). Miles was more intrigued by it than anything. The cat, Dexter, just wanted to eat it and stared at it all morning with great delight -- Something to torture! Mind you, this was an itsy, bitsy spider, not any bigger than a penny.
I went about my daily routine of grumbling at the kids and drinking coffee, while Miles gave me status reports on the spider.
"It moved, mama. It's over there."
"Look! It's building a web!"
"I can't find it. Do you see it, Mama?"
Miles even offered it toys to play with, I'm sure to entice it to come down to his level. He showed it a Spiderman action figure in hopes the spider would begin to understand why Miles wants to be his friend. The spider simply moved to another part of the ceiling, as far away from him as possible.
I can't help but think of what was going on the mind of the spider.
What is that shrill noise? Geez, kid. I'm pretty small. You're afraid of me? Let me try screaming at you -- AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! How's that for ya? I guess they can't hear me. I hope that cat keeps his distance. I don't feel like being eaten today. Why is the other kid giving up my position? I'm trying to blend in here and he's giving them my coordinates. I gotta move and fast. What? Is he offering me a toy? What use do I have with a toy car? Well, I would like to go for one joyride before I die. What's that? Is that. . . Spiderman? WTF? Spiderman? Ok, this kid is freaking me out. I can't turn him into Spiderman. I gotta get out of here. This family is too weird for me. That mom needs to do the dishes. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since I write stories a few days in advance, I offer a follow up to this incident. The fate of the spider has been decided. A day later, the cat was able to get as close to the ceiling as possible by jumping onto a shelf. He grabbed the little spider (while Miles was watching) and brought it down to the floor, where he continued to "play" with it. The itsy, bitsy spider hung by a little web that dangled from Dexter's mouth. Before long, the cat finished him off. Miles was quite impressed by the cat and proceeded to talk about the incident for another hour or so.
The spider is dead, Mama.
Yep.
Zed's dead.
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