Tarantula
The night before I left for H-town, I saw a tarantula on the driveway. It was big, black, furry, and dead. There were a ton of ants all over it doing their job of breaking it down, but I didn't like it. I felt so sad for it. Plus, I thought that maybe there was a chance that the tarantula was still alive and just defenseless. It looked like the ants were hurting it :(, so I started throwing chunks of my chocolate Tastykake at the ants (and the tarantula, I guess). It worked! At first, the ants got confused by the chocolate meteor shower and they scurried about aimlessly. Then they started going for the chocolate. I also saw the tarantula move, but I wasn't sure if it was because it was still alive or if it was because a chunk of chocolate Tastykake hit it. So I threw another chunk of cake at it to see what would happen (How messed up is that???). About 5 seconds after that point, I felt bad for intervening with Mother Nature. I figured out the the tarantula was indeed dead. I decided to scoot the tarantula and the chunks of chocolate together onto the lawn. I went inside and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I went outside to see if the ants had taken care of business and I found that there was not a trace of the tarantula (or the Tastycake) left. How amazing is that? Those amazing ants!
I felt grateful for ants that morning:
#1 They are swell decomposers and you know it would be nasty out there if they weren't around for that job.
#2 They got rid of the evidence that I totally wasted a good Tastykake that I took from my mom's sandwich shop. She sells them. My mom would have DIED had she seen chunks of one of her Tastykakes(which = wasted money) all over her driveway. Phew! And to tell you the truth, while I was throwing the chunks down that night, I kept my eyes and ears open for any sign of my mom. Had I seen her, I would have done whatever necessary in order to divert her from discovering what I had been doing.
Yikes!
Do you ever find yourself acting like you're still a little kid and your parent is still the big, scary, anvil-in-the-hand grown-up?
posted by Nomad at
3:05 PM
3 Comments:
e~ i had left the same kind of comment that you called inappropriate on my blog, so i figured out how to hide it. except, hiding MY inappropriate comment meant hiding ALL of the comments from that post. i couldn't figure out how to do away with just mine. i'm sorry :(! i tried! and trey... yikes! i'm sorry about being inappropriate in my joking around. :( i will keep trying to stay within good boundaries. please forgive me, e and t.
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Anonymous, at 11:42 AM
Are you sure this wasn't some sort of dream, Diana?
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Anonymous, at 9:51 AM
E~ You're weird, too. E and #2~ I didn't have internet access for a while. Sorry about that! Mr. Roosevelt~ It was not a dream, indeed and unfortunately. And by the way, E, #2, and Mr. Roosevelt ~ I love you all very much. I'm a lucky girl to have each of you in my life.
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Nomad, at 2:15 PM
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