Spandan and Stuath like to help me color my flashcards for
class. As soon as they spot me walking home from school, they call out from the
open window to the street below, “Didi! Color!”
Within a few minutes, there are dozens of 3x5 index cards sprawled
across my bedroom floor mixed in with a tangle of arms, legs, and colored
pencil shavings.
Stuath has taken an affinity to the “S” cards over the past
few days and yesterday asked “Yo ke ho? What is this?” as he reached for “spider.”
Now, I’ve never had a problem with spiders. I don’t mind
rescuing a few lost arachnids that find their way into bags, boots, or (my
personal favorite) the corner of the wall next to my pillow.
But quite honestly, I’m not the biggest fan of the big,
brown, and hairy spider that has made its home in my toilet. It’s nowhere near
itsy. It’s definitely not bitsy. And it has made going to the bathroom a very
complicated process.
So this morning, it was time for battle royal. Armed with a
water gun borrowed from Stuath’s collection of toys and courage from a huge
second helping of dhal bhat for breakfast, I marched into the bathroom to face
my eight-legged opponent.
Nepali spiders must have some kind of ninja training. Or find
some kind of energy drink to snack on. Either way, this one was fast and had made up his mind that he
wasn’t going anywhere. However, after a nearly fatal battle (for both me and the
spider –tile floors become very slippery when wet!), I emerged soaked, yet
victorious.
Annie: 1. Toilet Spider: 0.
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