Dudette and I were talking the other night and she mentioned a spider that dropped down from the ceiling at her work. Not a big guy, but a spider none the less. And how he met his untimely demise at her hands. Not to be taken lightly that one, Dudette does not like spiders at all.
In fact, she mentioned that if it had landed on her head, the office would have been graced with a WOWING rendition of her famed "Spider Dance". Not to be confused with other classical dances, this one is EXTREMELY spirited and lively.
That led, after numerous twists and turns, to people keeping "not very smart" things in their homes. And that, brought up the gentleman who had to call out the ASPCA to come get an African Spider from his apartment.
Well, as the conversation turned to things exotic, I expressed some opinions. Not that I have anything against unusual kept things. On the contrary, I've had my share of spiders, chameleons, tropical fish and a variety of critters with fur and scales.
HOWEVER...(as I started ranting)...people who raise an alligator in a bathtub then can't figure out what to do with it when whole chickens no longer satisfy the appetite, and foul smells are making the neighbors complain, baffles me. Didn't they have a clue that the teeny-tiny reptile they found while in Florida was going to grow up to be Godzilla? They never watch the Discovery Channel, or National Geographic?
And snakes...hey, the run of the mill bull snake or rat snake makes sense if you need a slitherer in the house. But to keep a rattle snake? Dumb.
And that led us back to the guy calling the ASPCA. I said, "Now what kind of fool brings something into the house that stands on two legs, jumps three feet, bares its fangs, and get cranky and more cantankerous as it gets older?'
Dudette looked at me and said, "guys do get married."
Speechless. Simply speechless.