This year, the latest family pet has joined us inside. It's a smallish black spider and it's name is ... you guessed it, Spiderly. It is always on the ceiling. We have ten foot ceilings and there really is not an easy way for me to get to it. It was on the window blind one day and as I opened a window, I swear that spider jumped on me and then jumped off of me onto the window shade and disappeared. I already had my shoe off and trying to smash it with CJ in the background screeching "why are you trying to kill my friend?" It has remained on the ceiling since, at least when we see it. Who knows where that thing is lurking when we aren't seeing it. Whenever it starts coming my way, CJ will taunt me with "Spiderly is coming to get you!" and then he laughs. An evil, wicked five year old laugh. When I get up or move, he will say "You aren't going to kill him, are you?" I told him as long as Spiderly stays on the ceiling, he is welcome to remain in the family.
Today, as we were leaving the house for school, Spiderly was lurking on the ceiling. All of a sudden, CJ ran back in the house shouting, "I have to go say goodbye to Spiderly!" and I heard him, in his very sweet five year old voice, affectionately say "Goodbye, Spiderly!"
I need to talk to my husband again about those allergy shots he would need in order for us to get a cat.
(PS: I swear, not five minutes after writing this post, CJ came to tell me, "Spiderly is on the floor and he is all growed up." SHIT, that can only mean there is one of those huge hairy spiders roaming around and dammit, my husband is not at home! I