"Why spiders? why couldn't it be follow the butterflies?"
Those who know me know I am a huge Harry Potter fan. I've read all the books numerous times, watched all the movies over and over and over again. I love books and love to read. That being said, the other night I was reminded quite vividly of a scene out of the second book, "Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets," when I heard my daughter call up the stairs, "MOMMMM! I need you, come quick!" So of course, I went down to our mudroom and there in the corner, I saw the biggest spider I've ever seen in the house. Bigger than a daddy longlegs, smaller than a tarantula, but brown and hideous. Yes, I know, I know. Spiders are one of God's creatures & they have a purpose in His Creation. But I don't like them. They give me the heebie jeebies and scare me some, and if they come into my house & I see them....oh my! The one time I was foolish enough to watch a little of the movie "Arachnophobia," I couldn't sleep for days! My first initial thought was of the scene in the movie where Harry, Ron & Hermione were instructed to "follow the spiders," with Ron behaving very much like I do when I see critters. I did a little double-take, a shudder, backed up a couple feet, and had a very brief internal conversation in my head. "what to do, oh what to do, holy crap that's big..."
Now, I am a sports junkie. I love football, hockey, baseball, basketball, lacrosse....you name it. I grew up with mostly boys in my neighborhood, and spent all 4 years of high school watching the Syracuse University football team practice. Every single afternoon in the fall and spring. So I fell firmly on the side of TOMBOY while growing up. I only played with dolls for about a year, and that came to a crashing halt when my sister got mad at me and gave my Barbie a crew cut. But I am also just enough of a girly girl that I went ahead and did it. Oh yes, I did. I played the MAN CARD. You know what I'm talking about. If you're married and even 1% girly, you know. I didn't marry my guy only because he's cute and tells goofy jokes. I also married him so he could take care of bugs & critters. That's part of his purpose, why he has the testosterone and I've got the estrogen. It preserves balance in the universe. Balance is good.
So I called upstairs. "Uhhh, honey?? Um, we need you down here. Need some help please?! Please?!!" Down the stairs comes Chris. "What's going on?" "Well, you see, over there in the corner, uh, we've got freakin' Aragog or one of his kids." At this point, I was far too busy keeping an eye on our creepy house crasher to notice if Chris rolled his eyes at me or sighed while he went into the other room to get something to take care of the problem. Not that I would have been offended, mind you. If they're bigger than a "no see um," he already knows after nearly 23 years of marriage that he's going to get summoned as nicely as possible. He returns with just tissues in his hand and I am starting to freak out a little, until I notice the large shoe in the other one. This is important, because if my honey gets hurt trying to deal with Aragog, then I won't be able to summon him later for other unwanted guests in the future, and then the worst thing ever will play out. I will be the one who gets dealt the critter card I try so hard to avoid like the queen of spades in Old Maid, which is about as appealing as cleaning up vomit.
I have made a mental note to myself to add this to my list of questions I have for the Lord when I get to heaven. Why, oh why did You allow Noah to accept spiders on the Ark? Why spiders, cockroaches, snakes and mosquitos? Inquiring minds want to know!