Necessary Mutilation

Weight: ????

There is a spider on my scale. Actually, after having a stare down with little Ananse while doing my bathroom business, (s)he went from sitting atop my scale, to skittering underneath it, perhaps now to inhabit its guts and require Tom, who has already left for his bus run, to blast him/her out so I can safely resume my morning weigh-in. I hate killing insects, and generally will let them live and just hope that they go away on their own to places I can’t see and where neither of us will have to cross paths again. Somehow it just seems cruel to snuff out an innocent life just because they scare the bejesus out of me…so I will either leave Tom to be the judge and executioner, or better yet, live and let live. However, a spider having set up shop in something I rely on daily, may require offensive action. But, I think I’ll give him ’til Wednesday to find another “apartment”, and just not tell the poor cat sitting teenager about him in the mean time. Shhh…. (And as to my weight, I suppose that I could drag my naked self down to the basement “professional scale” for a look-see, but I’m too lazy, and I might have to encounter all the lonely exercise equipment set up nearby, and this would just be too sad!)

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