My hairy little friends
Last evening I was dumb enough to – again – leave my window open and the light on, so as to invite all the neighborhood mosquitoes in – I counted 24 of them, sitting there calmly on my wall, lined up and waiting to be smacked.
But I couldn’t do it.
They looked so innocent just sitting there, not even flying about, nothing! How could I massmurder so many living beings just because I got a few bites once from completely different mosquitoes? These ones maybe weren’t planning on biting me, so it would be utterly unfair to kill them.
I turned the light off and slipped into bed, and almost immediately I heard the unmistakable whine of their wings. Mostly they kept on the other side of the room and I was too tired to get up, go across the room and swat them. But when one of them flew over near my face I turned the light on.
The mosquitoes promptly stopped their persistent whining and landed on the wall, batting their eyelids innocently. ”It wasn’t me! It was that one over there!”
I still couldn’t do it. So with a sigh I turned the light off and pulled my covers over my head.
This morning I counted not 24, but 4 mosquitoes on the wall! And my three resident spiders were looking very pleased with themselves. I couldn’t actually see Wallflower, because she had as usual hid under the bed or something (she only comes out after it’s dark). But Alice and Pricken were having a nap, each in their corner, and each with a good deal of mosquito skeletons on their webs. Good old spiders!
On the first day I came I also saw one other spider here, an extremely fast and extremely large one. I’ve never seen one that big! And it wasn’t even a daddy long-legs that looks big but actually has a teensy little body. This was a mini-tarantula. He was also very shy, though, and scuttled into a crack under the trimming. I figured he’d come out again later, but I still haven’t seen him.
I’ll take pictures later so y’all can admire my diligent little bug-traps. 🙂