Just in case I’m reincarnated as a silverfish in my next life, I never squash any bugs I find in the house. It’s just not worth the risk!
So I spotted a multi-legger this morning in front of my computer table and stopped in my tracks. “Whoa!” I said. “You’re a big boy. Not to worry! I’ll take you out.”
I always clarify, “Mind you, I mean take you outside. Not take you out, like Tony Soprano would take you out.”
Oh yes, I do talk to all my rescue bugs, just in case silverfish speak English. Well, English with a New Jersey accent. So, Inglitch. Yo.
Youse guys, I bent down to scoop Steve (the standard name I give to spiders and silverfish) into a plastic cup and realized it was just a giant mass of matted cat hair. Oh! Oopsie.
I thought about feeling embarrassed even though I was alone in the living room, but gave myself a break. I’ve got low vision. Honest mistake.
So instead, I scooped Phyllis the Furball (as she was now christened) into the cup dramatically and announced to no one in particular, “Rescue Accomplished!” and started to whistle the theme song to Mission Impossible. I deposited her into the garbage gingerly and said, “Glad to help, ma’am! Just doin’ my job.”
You might as well make light of times when you make a mistake. Give yourself a break. God made you just as you are, flaws and all.
He made me quirky and loyal and extra at times. He also authorized my low vision, so I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
If you stumble a bit today, don’t worry about it. No biggie.
Instead of agonizing, put your heart and soul into the things you love to do. That’s where you’ll find your calling. When you really get your hands on a project that lights you up from the inside, you won’t even sweat it when you mess up. You’re too busy getting stuff done and feeling good about life.
I’ll tell you what else: when you find your calling, that’s where you’ll find your tribe, too. Writing about faith and prayer led me to my sisters of the soul, Lori and SueBE. I know that if I’m reincarnated as a bug in their house, they’re going to take me outside. Not take me outside, mind youse. But they’ll scoop me up in a plastic cup and help me find my way.
So the least I can do in this life is love them from afar, wherever they are. Just as they do for me.
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March 30, 2022 at 5:34 pm
loristrawn
Blessings on you, gentle Ruth. All spiders in my house are allowed to live out their lives peacefully, as I once read that putting a house spider outside is akin to abandoning a pet in a forest. They only know house-life and can’t make it in the “wild.”
April 2, 2022 at 1:53 pm
suebe
Your adventures with Phyllis cracked me up! About half our house is hard wood and I once had an encounter with an aggressive spider that darted out at me. Upon closer investigation, it was fluff caught in an air current.
Envying you both your house spiders vs the wolf spiders we get. Sigh.
Definitely feeling this post!
April 7, 2022 at 12:45 am
rhcwilliams
Oh, no, SueBE, wolf spiders? I don’t even think I have the nerve to Google that one! 🙂
April 4, 2022 at 6:34 pm
apoet'svisionKrissy
this is so adorable ,and funny too …