Monday, July 23, 2007

It starts with a frog. Everything starts with frogs. If something is started, a frog is probably the cause.

I found a frog Wednesday night. It was small and cute and I found it at the end of the night. Why it was in Zellers, I don't know. But it was there and didnt want to be, so I caught it and let it go later after I had shown it to Bruce. Being as we're nice people, we didn't just let it go outside the door but rather we walked it to a creek that is only a few blocks from his place. On the way there, we noticed that it seems like there are a lot more dragonflies than usual. And most are over three inches long. So that was pretty cool. We let the frog free and walked back to his place.

Not having much else to do, we decided that going to the local fair would be something new to do. We figured that it would be open around 9 but when we walked over it turned out that the gates didnt open until noon, so we headed back to his place, stopping at Walmart and Future Shop for something to do and to waste some time. We ended up going to bed around noon but woke up around 5:30 due to the heat. We couldnt get back to sleep and eventually decided to go to the fair a little early as it was open anyway. We went and looked around. There was a petting zoo set up so we went to look at the animals for a bit. He took a great liking to a little goat that was running around so we cornered it and picked at it for a bit. After we left the petting zoo we walked around the midway for a bit and watched some of the rides and games and stuff. Neither of us were really interested in going on the rides or wasting money on the games so it was fun just watching. We also visited the casino, where I was IDed (first time in a long time) and I wasted a dollar playing the quarter slots. We then visited the beer gardens where Bruce was insulted by the treatment of the smokers. Being as he smokes... he was forced to go have a puff in a small little fenced off pen. It didnt have any chairs or even much room for the people. And being as I wasnt smoking... I found it very funny.

We headed home having not spent much money (a good thing) and after having a bit of lunch we had a 5 hour long nap, which was really needed at that point.

Much fun and happiness and joy was had up to this point despite the being tired and at times, hungry.

When we woke up Friday morning, Bruce checked his kids. Spike was getting ready to moult (which is where a spider moves out of its old skin in order to grow). She hadnt been eating for the past month or so, which is normal, as the smaller their bodies are, the easier it is for them to squeeze out of the old skin. She had been very slow to move in the past week and she spent all of Thursday night sitting in her water dish, which was unusual to begin with. She had curled up in a really small ball, and if you've ever seen a dead spider, you can imagine the pose she would have taken. He picked her up, hoping she was just not moving. (He had placed a cricket in her house, it had crawled right under her, and she didnt respond.... which was what made us worry.)

I'm not very fond of spiders in general. Its a "Stay away from me and I wont displace you" relationship. When I was younger, I was more likely to step on them but even before I had met Bruce I had moved to simply avoiding them. That being said. I really do like Bruce's kids and I like spending time with them, despite being afraid that they might bite me from time to time. Even though they have never bit anyone. Im just paranoid. Each of the spiders have their own personality and Spike was kind of funny. She acted very prissy and reminded me a bit of a really fancy show horse. Over all she was very quiet and liked her time alone but was very friendly when she was out.

Both Bruce and I were really at a loss how to react, him much more than me, as she was his child and he was much closer to her than me. We buried her in the park, because she deserved something much better than being thrown out or flushed down the toilet. I find loosing a close pet, much harder than most losses. An animal is much better support than a human in most cases, being that they wont criticize or tease you. They simply like you for being you. And I know how important she was to Bruce, so that made it much harder, being as I really wasnt sure how to comfort him, besides being there for him.

Friday was a very sad day. Both being at home and being at work.

Saturday was still very sad but as we had plans to go out shopping anyway (I needed to get my Harry Potter book on penalty of death). I bought a new MP3 player as well as my other MP3 player, which was a christmas present, decided it didnt want to work anymore. I had tried to fix it a few times and it insisted on being a piece of crap, so I bought a new one. Which is also able to play videos like an iPod. Its similar design to an iPod but is only 4GB... which is enough to hold all my music that I want. I picked up my book but only managed to read one chapter before I set the book down. (Im about a third of the way through the book at this moment)

Things have been getting a bit better in the past few days. Bruce has been getting happier and work has been moderatly boring. We've been getting ready to do inventory for the past while and spent the last two nights cleaning.

Which has turned my brain to mush.

Anyway.... like I said.... everything starts with frogs. Damn frogs...
Sita
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