I love spiders.
I abhor flies.
One of the reasons I love spiders is that they catch flies – and in my house these days THEY ARE FALLING DOWN ON THE JOB!
Why is it that I can have my door wide open all summer long and rarely get so much as one fly inside but now, when I whip the door open and just as fast as I humanly can so as not leak warm air out, I get half a dozen flies indoors. What? Are they hanging out on the door jamb just waiting for the magic moment when I come home? And why, when they do come in, do they insist on hanging out on my office window with that annoying buzzing while they hurl themselves against the glass trying to get out. If you wanted out so badly why did you come in in the first place?!
Sometimes I can just let them be. I know they will die eventually. Today there were too many. I whacked them. I thought there was only one. But every time I whacked one and saw its little black body fall to the floor, another one would come along to take its place. I was beginning to freak out. Was I living in some kind of zombie horror flick?
But I think I have them all now – for the time being.
I feel halfway inclined to walk out to the back 40 and gather up a handful of the thousands of spiders making webs on the bushes. Silly things – the real food is right here inside my house.