I am so naughty. I should be doing my homework for my middle years course right now, but it seems the dam on my writers block has broken, and instead I am sitting here wondering, ‘what happens to a spider in a cyclone?’
Now in case your wondering how I came to this bizarre chain of thought, and how it can possibly have anything to do with parenting, fear not; all will be revealed.
This morning as we left school Bailey noticed a spider on his window. Not a big spider or a dangerous one (I assume), just your average run of the mill spider. Its presence was revealed once we were all safely in the car, with the windows up, and so although I am not a spider fan, I felt safe and secure inside my big 4WD. (Unlike the time we left a restaurant with a great big huntsman on board, and had to endure a twenty minute drive home in complete fear and terror. But that is another story.)
Now generally when it comes to bugs or insects of any kind, Bailey is the like the Steve Irwin of the toddler world. He has no fear. Instead he takes great joy in either holding them (like the caterpillar we found at the park yesterday), or ‘whacking’ them like the multitude of cockroaches that inhabit our bathroom. But as the engine turned over, and the car started to vibrate, my dear, brave bug killer screamed like a little girl.
The spider had moved.
Now I’m not proud of it, but like I said, I don’t like spiders, and when I saw that tiny thing moving towards my door, I double and triple, and quadruple checked that all the windows were in fact closed, and even then, I had to physically calm myself so as not to get caught up in Bailey’s hysteria.
It’s amazing how contagious it is.
Instead I soothed him (and myself), by explaining that once we were driving, he (the spider, not Bailey), would probably fall off. I am assuming that trying to hold on to a car going eighty km’s an hour is difficult even if you have eight legs. But I’m not entirely sure, which has got me wondering, ‘what happens to a spider in a cyclone?’
I’ve heard that before a big storm hits, all the birds leave town. They sense it coming and get out of dodge post haste. (wow that sounded very American!) But what about bugs? Because surely if our category five coded buildings flounder in a big wind, a spiders web or termite mound can’t do much better. And if they do maybe we should take a lesson from the bug world, and all live in webs instead! Now that would solve my clutter problems!
Obviously I’m not an entomologist or any kind of bug expert. I can pick up a caterpillar on a leaf, and I’m handy with a fly swat or can of bug spray (so long as it’s not a spider), but that is about as far as it goes. So it’s possibly my intense hatred that speaks when I make the assumption that in a big storm life as we know it would probably seek to exist, but the spiders would make it through. In fact I could pretty much guarantee that after a category five storm I could walk out of my bathroom and see the lounge room in tatters, but find a perfectly relaxed huntsman in an upturned draw.
And I’m pretty darn certain that the spider on our car did not fly off to land randomly on McMillan’s road, but instead is probably making his way off the car as I write, and into the garden. (So long as it’s not the house!)
So this has got me thinking: maybe there is something to be learned from these fearsome little creatures. Not only do they have eyes everywhere (which would be such a handy skill to have as a mum), but they seem to be able to persevere through the most dramatic circumstances, and yes that includes half a can of bug spray.
My two B’s are trying their hand at emotional manipulation. Bridie’s latest thing is to scream at me ‘you’re a bad mum’ every time I make a decision she doesn’t like. And this morning Bailey quite calmly told me that he doesn’t love me anymore, because I had calmly told him, he would be having mat time when he got home. (So I could do the afore mentioned homework)
Now some mothers couldn’t cope hearing those words out of their babies mouths. Those are the kind of mothers who don’t have the foresight to realise that while saying no is not always fun (and sometimes almost down right mean), it really is better in the long run.
I am not one of those mums. In fact I am the exact opposite. I won’t back down from a fight with my kids, and because I am the mum, I intend to win. I need to win. Losing is not optional. I’m like a spider on a windscreen, holding on despite the speed because I intend to crawl on them and inject them with my poison; it’s called wisdom.
Wow, that was a really creepy analogy.
But I hope I have made my point. It doesn’t matter what B1 and B2 throw at me; I can take it. I know I’m not a bad mum, and I know Bailey does love me very much. But because I am a good mum, and because I love them, I persevere when it is hard, and crazy and when no one else wants me to. I fight the fight, and I hold on with the equivalent of eight legs so when the storms and cyclones come, at the end of it I am still standing, and not lying on the couch in a blubbering mess. (Though to be truthful, that does happen from time to time.)
So I have made my point, and pretty much finished this random collection of thoughts, but I still don’t know what happens to a spider in a cyclone. For the sake of this blog I kinda hope they make it through.
But for the sake of the world I hope they die!