Bob‘s Corner
Tarantulas and the Meaning of Life
From our weekly issue dated January 20, 2010
Still haven“t found my notebook detailing the meaning of life. But I haven“t given up. It has to be around our place somewhere.
However, there are so many places to look: Closets, boxes, bags, chests of drawers, nooks, crannies, caches, nightstands, under beds, in clothing or car door pockets. And what about our stash of books“ You know, stuck in among the volumes.
Maybe the darn thing was misplaced with the Christmas wrappings. Perhaps it“s in a kitchen drawer, or in an armoire. Did it get put in a laundry basket and then covered with clothing“ I don“t know.
I can tell you that sometimes the most obvious places for finding temporarily lost items work. But I“ve tried that, and the shelf in the garage labeled, “Bob“s Junk,“ does not hold that notebook.
Years ago, when our children were a lot younger and I had a hairy skull and a mustache, the whole family was looking for a tarantula. That“s right, a hairy spider. Our son, Mike, had it as a pet. I forget where he got it, but it lived with us for a time. Mike would take it out of its glassed-in tarantula apartment, and hold it in one hand. He“d even let the thing walk on his shoulders and neck.
Funny about that. He now does not like spiders. At all. He has a bit of arachnophobia, I guess. Anyway, one day we went to check on our multilegged guest, and he (it“) was not present. He had escaped and was, we figured, loose in our house. For a long time after that I never went barefooted anywhere in that home.
Never did find the tarantula.
However, while looking for him in the room where he was kept, I made some interesting discoveries around the couch. I did not realize that our offspring were placing bits of uneaten food beneath and behind that couch. Some of the remains looked dangerous.
And somehow, partial hot dogs, pb&j sandwiches, french fries and a quantity of unidentifiable food items found their way between and beneath the couch cushions. I also found three pennies, eight pointless pencils and a comb, so the search wasn“t a total loss.
But no tarantula. As far as I know, the critter still is there, maybe waiting for another couch buffet.
Oh, about that notebook with the meaning of life written in it; maybe I“ll find it before the meaning of life has no meaning. Maybe.
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