Yesterday, a cat who I was getting to know died. I found him in the morning, stiff, with his eyes open, laying next to our trashcans out in the street with a little bit of blood on the ground near his head. He used to watch me in the back yard from a distance. He was just starting to come closer. He killed birds. At first it disturbed me, but I was counting on him to keep them away from the seeds I’m about to plant. I cried when I saw that he was dead.
Then I killed my favorite spider by accident. He was a little jumping spider that lived near where the dishes dry. He had jumped into the neck of the coffee pot, I didn’t see him until after I lifted out the steaming coffee filter. He was still alive, so I tried to help him out with a paper towel, but instead I accidentally knocked him into the pot of coffee.
I told Jack about it when I picked him up from school, and he was sad to hear about the cat (”What if it belonged to someone?” “I don’t think it did — it didn’t have a tag”), and then after a minute he asked, “You have a favorite spider?”
Jeez, what a day…hope things got better after that…
Ummm…I’m with Jack…You have a favorite spider?
How many OTHER spiders do you have??
Um, I don’t know. Maybe five or so? If they’re big and disturbing, I take them outside, but if they’re little and cute I let them stay where they are.
Doesn’t everyone have favorite spiders?
Sorry about the cat.
I’m so sorry, Jill! ((hugs))
(there’s a daddy longlegs that’s been living in our back bathroom for awhile - I’ve been trying to think of a good name for him)
Thanks, you guys! Hugs to you all.