Dad -v- Spider

Dad built a house for each of his two wives.  Both marriages ended in divorce, but the houses themselves have lasted. 

So I’m visiting Dad one weekend. The back of his house is a corn field. I’m In my bedroom (originally painted blue for my former stepbrother) and I’m at my desk doing some homework. I must have been about 7 or 8. I can feel something looking at me. It’s not a thought… It’s a feeling. I look around but no one – human or paranormal – is in the room. I carry on reading but cannot shake the feeling that something is watching me. Then I look down to the baseboard. There, the size of my fist, is a spider. It’s so large that I gasp but don’t scream. I’m almost 10 and I know it is irrational to be afraid of spiders. So I gather my wits about me and walk to Dad in the living room.

“Dad, would you come to kill a spider for me?”   (Yes, I know in some countries it is bad luck to kill a spider but in the Midwest, spiders can be particularly venomous!  Get me a newspaper!) 

“Sure.”  Dad climbs from his comfortable chair, walks into his bedroom and emerges with what we used to call a Flip-Flop.  Imagine if you will, a bit of foam the size of Dad’s foot with a bit of tough fabric on the top that holds your foot to the sole of the sandal.  The sandal makes a distinctive “Thowk” as you walk along.  These were particularly popular in the 1970s.

I showed Dad the spider and he immediately turned around and left the room. Dad returned with another particularly popular shoe – a high heeled, platform cowboy boot. I left the room – to escape the carnage. This is what I heard:

WHAM

WHAM

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM

WHAM

“Jade, come bring me some paper towel!”

Published by Jade Hammer

It is in the deepest night that I have contemplated all the things I have thought, said and done. Why these things come to me at night probably says a lot about how the mind belittles and magnifies aspects of the personality. In sleeplessness, you see nothing, you also see everything: life themes, life lessons, ways to better approach your own thoughts, words and deeds. My name is Jade Hammer and these are the life lessons that have kept me up at night.

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