Originally Published: October 2, 2017 6:01 a.m.
Never give up, because just when you think the game is over, all is lost, things will never be the same, a small miracle might occur.
And it gives us hope.
A few weeks ago I wrote about my friend, Diane Wilson, and her visiting tarantula, Manuel. For more than 20 years this hairy beast of the desert would migrate to Diane’s house, make himself at home and stay for about three or four months. Except for this year.
No Manuel, but instead a very small, juvenile tarantula showed up, who moved quickly and didn’t stay long. Manuel, where are you? Well, the mystery has been solved.
He’s back! Yes, the big, old spidey was found sitting on top of Diane’s washing machine, enjoying an afternoon nap. Had he come into the house months earlier and just stayed hidden?
One year, we must remember, Manuel decided to crawl inside Diane’s big, Velcro hair curlers. Sleeping like a baby, imagine Diane’s shock when she goes to put one in her hair and finds a tarantula curled up inside! Perhaps a scream, but Manuel just walked indignantly away to find another “secret spot.”
And so it goes. When you let a spider have the rule of the house, tiptoe carefully and be prepared!
Of course, nature is puzzling. Manuel should be getting ready to leave, not just arriving. And now that he is back, Diane has not seen the young tarantula.
Was there a fight? Was the “little guy” an interloper and sent packing by the Master of the House — Manuel? Oh dear, if only he could talk ... there would be a story to tell.
I did have my own tarantula experience. Down in the barn, in the corner of a stall was a big, beautiful tarantula just sitting on the ground.
Since my 1,200 pound mare was close by, I thought I better relocate the furry arachnid to a safer place. How would I would I do this? So I got a lightweight shovel and gently placed it under spidey till he walked on. I took him out of the stall and he stared at me with big, black eyes and did not look happy.
He didn’t look as friendly as our Manuel.
Where would I put a big tarantula to be safely out of the reach of horses? Into the barn breezeway we go! Oh yeah, like the spider was on an amusement park ride, I carried him around until he was carefully placed in the safety of the breezeway.
He glared at me and then sauntered off the shovel and walked up the barn door, over the door and down into the stall and onto the ground in the exact same spot where he was before! In other words, do not mess with a tarantula! Or forces of nature!
Sometimes when we think we are helping, we are not. Other times when we think an ending has occurred, we were wrong. And just when we think we have it all figured out, we find out we haven’t. Life is a learning experience. ... So Manuel, welcome back!
Judy Bluhm is a writer and a local Realtor. Have a story or a comment? Email Judy at email@example.com.
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