The other night, while I was peacefully laying out the supplies to make a delicious burger, I had an unwelcome surprise. Just minutes after submitting a heartwarming snapshot about how charming and innocent most creepy-crawlies are, a large wolf spider scurried across my burger bun. This blatant show of disrespect has slightly altered my opinion of these “innocent” and “misunderstood” critters. If they choose to disrespect my meal, perhaps I don’t want to get to know them after all. Perhaps I will be slightly less interested in taking them safely outside at 4 a.m., and slightly more likely to bring my spider-eating cat into the room.
Mongo the wolf spider is now an unwelcome house guest, living under my microwave with no apparent interest in moving out, paying rent, or making himself useful in the slightest. I know it’s unfair to pass judgement on an entire group from the behaviour of a single individual, but Mongo’s insistence that my tea tin is the happenin’ place to be at 8 a.m. is wearing my patience thin.
Image: Amara Gelaude/The Cascade
