Wednesday is usually our story hour day. (It’s also our gymnastics day and our karate day, but I digress…)
We’re not going today. They have a couple weeks off over the holidays, but we’ll head back the first full week of January. When we go, I’ll be sure to take my nice, shiny new library bag.
I had one before, mind you. I’d been using it for months and months. The library gives them out for free and they’re nice and roomy and heavy-duty. Excellent. Every week, we dutifully loaded it up with the books we needed to return and then refilled it with newly checked-out materials.
Last week was no different. And, so, when we got to the library, G. and I took turns dropping books in the return slot, chatting quietly and happily back and forth. As luck would have it, I pulled out the last book. And, when I looked down, this is what I saw:
To my credit, I did NOT scream. (Full disclosure: I’m not a screamer. I may flinch and shudder and run away, but I don’t scream.) I also did not fling the bag across the room and flee the library. I did, however, throw it on the floor and proceed to stomp on it repeatedly until that spider was nothing but a mass of gooey guts inside the bag. Then I crumpled the whole mess up and threw it in the trash.
When we checked out our new books, the librarian asked if I needed a new bag. I explained what had happened, blushing a tad.
“Enough said. Totally understand. You have EARNED a new library bag, Mrs. S.” she said with a smile.
Trust me. I peer tentatively in that new bag EVERY day now, my friends. So far, it’s spidey-free. But if I find one?
Let the stomping dance commence.
How do you feel about spiders? Are you one of those logical folks who appreciates that they eat insects and weave beautiful webs? Or, like me, do you find them hideous, creepy creatures? (I find spiders creepier than both snakes and mice– mice don’t actually bother me much at all.)