Peggy Sue was a tarantula that my brother used to have. Needless to say, I never warmed up to Peggy Sue. Even though she was fuzzy, she didn't seem very warm to me. My brother used to keep her discarded exoskeletons in a box. He showed one of them to me once. And even though I knew it was just a shell, I could barely stand to look at it. But it made me think that maybe Peggy Sue scared herself so badly that she crawled out of her own skin. Maybe she got a good look at herself in the mirror one day.
Every now and then on television, I see a crazed entomologist with some huge spider crawling all over his body trying to convince us that spiders are really wonderful creatures, and the problem with all of us is that we just don't understand them. The only thing I can think is that they write that guy a check in an amount so large that he finally agrees to stand there with that spider crawling on him. My guess is, as soon as the camera is turned off he starts screaming and running around the room. And heaven help the spider, for all we know he throws it on the floor and stomps on it. (As seems proper to me.)
Honestly, I do not know why God created spiders, especially the poisonous ones. Not long ago I got a spider bite while I was sleeping. The resulting red area, ended up being a saucer sized itchy place on my side. Now every night before I go to sleep, I throw back the covers and check for spiders. It seems particularly evil of them to bite us when we're asleep, don’t you think?
But alas, even though I am terrified of them, I cannot rid the world of spiders. Well, maybe just the poisonous ones, that would be a start. I wonder if I could get that highly paid entomologist to help me? But I'll bet he’s still running around screeching and waving his arms over his head. And I don't blame him.
I hope the check didn't bounce.