Snakes make me uncomfortable, but I developed a fondness towards this particular one. After that single encounter, he retreated to our cellar and was never seen again. I respect how quickly he assessed our (lack of) compatibility as roommates and moved on with his life. Our newest creepy-crawly visitor is not as astute so we are having boundary issues.
Last night, while reading Ezra a bedtime story I once again felt like I was being watched. Again, I was. Directly above us, listening to The Monster at the End of This Book, was the giant, colossal mega-spider Amanda found earlier this week.
Actual size (if it looks HUGE on your monitor)!
At least I hope it was the same spider. This spider spotting took place on the opposite side of the house and on a different floor than the first meeting. I am still undecided on which scenario is preferable: having multiple 5”, furry spiders in our house or having only one spider that likes to roam around and can be anywhere at anytime.
Unlike the snake, the spider is not shy. He did not flinch upon his discovery, and happily (or defiantly?) sat in his spot while we photographed him. Amanda, the biologist, mocked my fright over the 4-foot snake living in the wall*, but she also found the spider(s) unsettling. Ezra found him fascinating. He smiled, pointed and repeated, “spider.” After we shooed the spider away, Ezra said “spider, want more!” Ezra, we are going to have to agree to disagree.
*I have been unable to convince her that most people would find this situation troubling.