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I picked up another "skill" and "title" over the weekend: Spider Killer. My 10-year-old daughter Maddy has become deathly afraid of spiders. At first I thought she was just playing up the reaction, but when she couldn't come out of her room because of a tiny little brown spider on the ceiling on the hallway... well, Dad had to take off his shoe and get to work.
Actually, I just knocked the spider off the wall. I'm pretty sure our little eight legged friend had a nice night in our carpet, wondering what the heck all of the screaming was about. I was thinking about that today, what it must be like to be hanging upside down on a wall when all of a sudden, WHACK!, a shoe comes flying your want forcing you to bail.
Think about how different your day would be if you were a spider or a bug. Woke up late, ran out of milk, had to stop and get gas for your bugmobile, and while you were walking into the gas station --- A GIANT SHOE comes flying your direction. Then you have to dodge a rolled up newspaper followed by a cloud of bug poision.
That kind of puts things into perpsective. Well, the fact that we don't have to hide from screaming 10-year-old girls and dine on flies for lunch.
