My long-time readers will remember a couple posts on the topic of spiders.
The first was aptly entitled Spiders so I offer this excerpt:
Fast forward to my new townhome. For the first couple years, I lived in holy terror of the bushes. They were COVERED in funnel webs and sheet webs, spiders entered my house through microscopic cracks and I considered purchasing a S&W .45 semi-auto and staking out the doorway in order to blow every creeping spider into oblivion. Or purchase a blow-torch. Or Aqua-Net and a lighter.
Every morning as I stepped outside with the dogs, I feared walking into a web that covered the doorway. As it was, they covered the doorbell and made the bushes look like a horror-movie version of cotton-candy. Vanilla flavored. I idly wondered if I sprayed the bushes with food coloring, could I SELL the webs as a fair treat?
Spiders on a stick.
Read the rest; for once it's not a long post but it has the benefit of big, colorful pictures of spiders. Go ahead. I dare you!
You may be asking yourself, "What prompted this random post about the demonic nature of spiders?"
Well, my Google+ friend (I'm not naming him as I'm not sure if he's public or not) posted a photo of a spider sculpture demonically placed directly across from the Notre Dame Cathedral in Ottawa, Canada. The spider happens to sport a huge egg sac crawling with baby spiders ready to overcome the world. Or at least the square.
Or perhaps it is actually an allegory of an allegory of the dragon discussed in colorful detail in the book of Revelation; the dragon waiting to eat the child of the Lady, forcing her to flee to save him from the
I bet if we really look at the original Greek, the term for "dragon" would mean:
"huge giant gargantuan leviathan sickening drooling snapping aggressive funnel-and-sheet-web-weaving venom-bearing creepy crawling destructive poisonous vindictive rabid syphilic leperous flesh-eating hairy scuttering scaling ebola-and-tetanus-bearing kracken with eight legs building an ecosystem out of nasty rotten cotton spun out of its rear end in order to snare unsuspecting or misdirected innocents in order to entrap them in said cotton (not silk because silk is pretty) in order to suck blood from them for eternity just for sport and to get back at God for stepping on the snake that tempted Eve and suckered Adam."
Yup. That's what "Dragon" means in Revelation. It's all there. Really.
Spiders are creatures straight from Hell.
I once had a dream about it, and sin was the vehicle that carried the spider allegory. It still haunts me, and I STILL dream of spiders and spider-like creatures when I need to go to Confession.
Oh, yes, God knows how to remind me of Hell and how I will be spending it if I continue to reject Him.
I will be spending it with spiders, dead and alive, large and small, and I will NEVER be able to escape them!
The worst part about it, is this: if in life I become comfortable with them, that is the sign that in death, I will suffer eternal separation from God in their huge giant gargantuan leviathan sickening drooling snapping aggressive funnel-and-sheet-web-weaving venom-bearing creepy crawling destructive poisonous vindictive rabid syphilic leperous flesh-eating hairy scuttering scaling ebola-and-tetanus-bearing kracken with eight legs building an ecosystem out of nasty rotten cotton spun out of its rear end in order to snare unsuspecting or misdirected innocents in order to entrap them in said cotton (not silk because silk is pretty) in order to suck blood from them for eternity just for sport and to get back at God for stepping on the snake that tempted Eve and suckered Adam with no hope of ever escaping to a dragon/spider free eternity.
In order to understand this statement, check out my eternally-haunting dream from 2007, Attachments to Sin:
I turned away and went to find my spray bottle, a spider repellant, which I hoped would kill all the spiders that still lived, even unseen, in that terrible thick web. First I went to the garage where I was careful to cover all corners and the entire door with the fine spray. Then I went to the large wall/door in my home and sprayed it down, aiming especially at anything that moved. When done, I put the bottle away then returned to the conglomeration of spider webs, trying to figure out how best to deal with the mess.
Even as I stared at it, I realized that for some reason, I was not as horrified as I should have been; I am complete arachnophobic. I HATE spiders, they freak me out and give me nightmares. (case in point!). Yet I was somewhat disaffected by the overabundance of these horrible creatures and the home they had made in my very house!. I thought this kind of complacency to be odd, even in the dream.
*shudder*
Read the rest. You'll never look at spiders or sin the same way again.
Maybe you're still thinking I'm some sort of crank case.
I ask you this: Why do I think this post makes you think differently than you ever did before?
Yup. I'm a crank case. But that doesn't make me wrong.
Think about it; Spiders are a creation of God designed to reveal the nature of evil and Hell.
1. Some spiders are *cough choke vomit* pretty *choke choke choke Heimlich choke cough* in some twisted way, and attract people...well...who are attracted to that sort of...uh... *choke* beauty *choke..someone give me oxygen* !! Ugh. That's all I can say about that or I'll drop dead right here on my own blog.
2. Have you ever seen the morning sun, as it rises, reflect upon the dew droplets
[Note to self: get rid of anything resembling pearls. They now remind me of dew drops being sucked to eternal torture in a demon's lair]
3. Spiders retreat and set snares for their prey, just like demons. All the creatures who find their violent end in a spider's web or outside his trapdoor have to do is go about their daily business of flitting from flower to flower or shade to shade, only to find the horrific countenance of deformed ickyness pouncing and latching onto them in all their nasty hairy skitteriness only to suck the life from them at leisure. It's a terrible, painful death involving liquefied organs.
No wonder they've spawned so many horror flicks. Just like they spawn their young and take over the planet.
4. Spiders and their lairs spawn and then attract innocent children who are fascinated by their surroundings and see only the pretty colors. Just like sin. Sin is pretty too, but it ensnares the soul and sucks the life out of the human who also mistook it for a shiny bauble.
5. The biggest spiders are found in the hottest places on earth: the tropics, the desert. Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, Mexico, Guatemala, etc etc through the Amazon, then Africa, the Middle East, India, Taiwan, Indonesia, Australia, New Zealand....you get the picture.
Hell is HOT. That's why spiders live there on earth, too.
6. There are 6 points, the number of imperfection, ergo: God created spiders, and because every facet and creature of His creation has theological import, it's obvious that spiders were designed to remind us of Hell.
Spiders and Demons are the same thing and should be handled in the same way they handle us: violently.
Maybe that's why the Saints said we must "do violence" to ourselves in order to rid ourselves of sin. After all, demons, by seeking to separate us from God, do violence to us, and spiders are, by nature, bloodthirsty, violent creatures.
I will never again feel guilty about "wasting" ammo on a spider. They're great for target practice.
I just wish the neighbors would relax about it.
What?
7 comments:
I have my own fascination with spiders of late. One has taken to living in the casing of my side-view mirror. For a brief moment, I thought he croaked, but then the tell-tale web appeared again (from the driver's side door to the mirror) This tenacious little creature has survived numerous trips on the highway, went on vacation with us, and has weathered several severe thunderstorms. Anyway, he makes an interesting co-pilot but your comparison of spiders to evil and demons will have me re-thinking my decision not to evict him from the home he made for himself nearly 6 weeks ago and counting.
Well, keep in mind that this post is tongue-in-cheek.
But that said, I'm arachnophobic and would have slathered that mirror housing in every possible poison at the first sign of that...thing.
*shudder*
"Well, keep in mind that this post is tongue-in-cheek"
Believe it or not, I'm not as dense as I look :) Any critter that could survive that long hanging on to the side of my car deserves a little respect.
LOL yes, it is impressive, which is just another reason why I hate the things...
This is awesome. Highly creative and still thought-provoking. Thanks-
Actually, Adoro, I sort of agree with you. I came to respect spiders when I lived in a tiny village in Peru years ago. I was told that spiders were considered sort of sacred. OK, so I didn't kill any there. Later when I lived in Washington, DC my apartment was always full of spiders. I was told that it was because I lived near the waterfront! And spiders bite! Now I'm living in Indy and the spiders are worse! Is it me? Why do they flock to me? A few years ago as a zoo animal handler volunteer, I got to handle an adorable Pink-Toed Tarantula. She had gorgeous hot pink toes and hot pink fangs. She loved being handled by us. She never tried to bite or to get away. So give me Pink-Toed Tarantulas any day, and the heck with ole common spiders. You would have loved Rosy!
Charlene ~ Um, no, I would have stayed far, far away from her.
Once when chaperoning a group at the zoo, we passed some kids who were playing with a tarantula. I tried, really really tried, to reach through the group to just TOUCH the thing. I couldn't do it. I ran away shuddering and would have gone to a corner to cry and twist my hair had I not had responsibilities to keep me sane!
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