Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I don't do spiders!!

Ok, so the other night my roommates and I watched a movie in the other room. When they went back in our room after the movie I heard them calling for me saying "your friend is in here!" This could mean only thing. A spider was in our room.
Now, let me take a moment to tell you about the relationship I have with spiders. I don't mind small spiders. Even if they are in the house...I don't mind too much. However, a spider that has a more than 1-2 inch leg span is not my friend, especially if it is hairy. EEEK!!! If they are seen within my living quarters they will be caught and boiled. Yes, boiled. I do not squish said spiders because I seen a spider get squished only to have a billion tiny off spring scatter. I WILL NOT squish a spider.
You may be wondering how to go about catching a spider? I'll tell you by getting back to my story.
So, I walked into our room and sure enough my "friend" is hanging out on the bottom of Emily's dresser. And to top it off I can clearly see that she is carrying a VERY LARGE egg sac underneath her. I'm standing there with my roommates and I begin to panic inside. I can sense that I may loose it, so I grab an empty Pringles can that was on another dresser removed the lid and tried to catch the nemesis. She was quick though and she had a leg span of about 3 1/2 inches which is just a little bit bigger than the can I was trying to catch her in. At that point I began to panic outwardly. I wasn't going to just leave her there...letting her babies hatch and become big and invade our room. NO WAY!!
One of my roommates handed me Tianne's arenola (pee pot that you pee in at night and empty in the morning) which thankfully she has not yet used. However, by this point panic was truly setting in. I couldn't do it. I just kept thinking about missing and it jumping on me and biting me, or missing and her getting away. I was frozen. But Emily came to the rescue! She took the arenola from me and slammed it down over the nasty thing! YAY!!! Now I could do something. We took some paper and slid it carefully between the side of the dresser and the arenola. Then moved it to the edge in order to put the lid in place.
We carefully brought it downstairs to boil some water and poor it over her. As we walked into the kitchen half a dozen cockroaches scattered. These used to bother me, but I've kind of just got used to them and while I still find them gross, they don't really bother me much now. As I was putting the kettle on the stove a rat ran across the floor. Again, I don't like rats, especially in the house, but they don't bother me as much as they used to. It's just the spiders that I can not deal with.
When the kettle whistled I took great pride in poring the boiling water over the thing that disturbs me so much! Once I was satisfied that she was indeed boiled to death we removed the lid to look at her again. She was floating in the water, all curled up, her egg sac floating beside her. EEESH!! I felt like vomiting. Tianne took it outside and disposed of the nasty thing.
It took me awhile to fall asleep that night because every time I closed my eyes all I could picture was the spider. BLEH!!!
The picture here is one I found on the internet, but looks just like the one that had the audacity to try and set up house in my living space. You see her egg sac? How many baby spiders do you think are in there?!?!


Thursday, October 6, 2011

Missing the Garhwal Hills

Not a day goes by that I do not think about India, my second home. I often sit on the balcony in the evening watching the sunset, remembering how I used to watch the sun sink behind the hills from my host family's front steps. I long to see the neighbor ladies all sitting together with their knitting and neighborhood gossip. I think back to my language route and my visits with the shop keepers. Trying to understand the game of cricket, practicing my Hindi, discussing a wide array of topics. I miss my Indian clothes, the comfort and colors. I crave Indian food, the spices and flavors. I ache to be back there, where everything is so familiar, where I know and love the culture, to see my friends, visiting over chai and pakoras just like old times. I miss the sights, smells and sounds. I miss hearing and speaking Hindi. I miss India so much!
I keep telling myself that another year and a half isn't that long. But it feels like ages!! God has imprinted India and her beautiful people so deeply upon my heart. India shall forever be home.