Spider

Soon after we moved into our new home, I was heading upstairs from the basement, and I saw this spider. It was living in a small hole in the door jam area of the door, and my first instinct was to kill it. So, I got my birks, and I tried to kill that spider, but it was quick. It headed back into its hole. I wasn't happy.

The next time I saw it, I wondered if maybe I should let it live. I hate bugs, and since spiders eat bugs, maybe it would turn out to be the perfect door keeper. But I wasn't convinced. I left my birks down a step from the spider. I'm not sure if it was a sign to me or to the spider that I wasn't convinced.

At least once, I saw it and wondered if it would jump out and bite me if I forgot about it.

I started to let it become a part of the landscape. I usually looked for it, but I hadn't tried to kill it in a while.

A few minutes ago, I stooped close to look at it. It looked a little more brown than black. I asked Roger..."what kind of spider do you think this is". He said, "the kind that doesn't get to live in my house!" So, he went and got a kleenex. I warned him that this spider was a quick one...but he wasn't deterred. First shot, he got it.

Sometimes we have things in life like the spider. We try to kill it, we're bothered by it, but then we get used to it. Perhaps all we need is to mention it to someone else; with help, we can get rid of more of the spiders in our lives.