My brother and family have reached Trivandrum. Sis-in-law calls up, on reaching her home. They will be coming over in a couple of hours. I have one last batch of folded clothes to go into the wall closet. I open it to keep them and …..Aaaaaaaaaaaah! There is an ENORMOUS spider running on the closet door. I try to make myself scarce so that it will not go IN but will choose the great open spaces. I stand with my eyes all screwed up and hands on my ears (Come to think of it, why the hands over my ears?? Am I trying to save myself from the scream that might emanate from myself?? Interesting!) The spider is not the outdoor type, it chooses to go into the closet, after some futile running around, and curls itself up between the folds of a sheet and the wall. I run for help. Since the senior- most Savior is away, I have to rely on Son Senior to step into his shoes.
He is on the phone.
“Moneeeeeee, Chilandiiiiiiiiii!!”(Son, spider) I moan in a whisper putting Moaning Myrtle to shame.
He looks at me eyebrows crinkled.
“ Why are you whining? Speak properly!”
He sounds like me speaking to him rather than him speaking to me! My dignity is affronted. I pull myself together and say in a normal voice,
“There is a spider in your brother’s room!” and run back to keep an eye on the Jumbo Spider.
He tells his friend there’s an emergency, rings off and walks to Son Junior’s room.
“What shall we do?” I ask him, shifting nervously from one foot to another.
He watches the curled up spider (it has not moved) and thinks what strategy to adopt.
I think using the vacuum cleaner would be the best way. But he is the Team Leader of Operation Spider and team members have to go by the leader’s orders.
“Vacuum Cleaner” he decides.
I run to get it. I have shut the dog up in that room since there are going to be guests streaming in and some of them are petrified of dogs. The dog is all excited,
“What’s happening? What’s happening?” it barks, “May I join too?”
“No! You may not!” reads my expression.
“You jump in between and make a nuisance of yourself and don’t even know to catch a spider, so there!” My silence says it all. The dog is dejected; she wants to help. She takes the duster and shakes it violently to show of what use she can be.
But when she sees the vacuum cleaner she backs off uncertainly. This one she is not fond of. It makes a lot of noise and pulls at her hair. Now she wags her tail ingratiatingly,
“Ok ok, I will remain back here. You carry on!”
I have no more time for her. I rush to my son’s room with the vacuum cleaner, connect it and hand it over to Son Senior.
The spider meanwhile has shifted base and cannot be seen.
“What were you doing while I was away?” I want to yell. But one can’t yell at saviors or Team Leaders!
My son takes out the sheets and pillow covers; shakes them and keeps them aside. I jump on to the cot for a better view. I shift from one foot to another same as before. Suddenly both of us spot the villain. It runs hither and thither on the back wall searching for a place to hide.
“Now!” says my son and I switch on the vacuum cleaner promptly. No better assistant could anyone have found! In the mean time HE tries to get the nozzle in line with the spider.
Whoooooooooooooooosh! It is sucked into the machine. Three cheers for Eureka Forbes! My son is pleased at his handiwork. Hmmm… The geek CAN do things other than write computer programmes! I smile with relief; the job is done! The dog is happy that the noisy vacuum cleaner is switched off. Meanwhile where is the owner of the room, Son Junior?? He is having his dinner in front of the TV unaware of the whole drama. I let it be that way coz he has arachnophobia and would probably spend sleepless nights if he had witnessed the scene.
Ahh…there’s the doorbell. My brother and family have reached. Right on time too. We have concluded Operation Spider successfully.
you know,we have a country house and when we go for the sommer there are …spiders bigs and littles …i dont like it !!
operation spider each sommer…i need …all help !!
nice post Shail !
War with the Terrestrial Invertebrate is a hectic job. I should definitely appreciate your strategies in tackling the intruder.
Salutes to You & Senior, Shail mam!
Enjoyed reading the post!
Isabel: Ohhh you have Operation Spider every summer!! Hmmm… scary prospect! Good luck for thuis year’s Operation Spider!! 😀
Vikram: Thank you! It is a WAR!! 😀
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This is probably the third time I read this … on Yahoo, Multiply (probably) and here. It never fails to make me 🙂
Ah…the Operation Spider!! I can empathize!
In my case, it would be Operation Liz Aunties!!
The Lizzies scare the hell out of me!! :O
Me: Ahh lizzies scare me too. I have written all about it here and here.
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lollzzzz…..MISSION.
🙂
Keep it up.lollzzzz
Thanks Makk 🙂
Nice narrative. Your narrative style makes the simplest of incidents so interesting.
Thank you TF 🙂
Your story is so funny but at the same time gives me the shivers. I am terrified of spiders too! 🙂
Ahh I have company! 🙂 Thank you Beth and nice to have you over. Do keep visiting 🙂
Wah! congrats to the mission members and errr…to the supporting cast as well 🙂 super super super 🙂
Thank you, thank you 😉 🙂
oru mahabharath yudham kazhinja pole ( like mahabharat war is over)..phew..!!
I like your dialoges with goofy
Lol, oru yudham thanne 😉 Goofy is not more. I miss her. 😦 But now I talk with Luci. 🙂
If I had spotted a spider in my room, I wouldn’t even have been able to shout. 😛 You are brave. 😀
Sigh, that’s a mother taking charge, Say Cheese. When your kid is more scared than you, one has to make the effort 😉 🙂 But there have been occasions when I have stood rooted to the spot or asked the L & M to hurry home. 😛
LOL!!! I’ve done this (the screaming, moaning, standing on the bed) for spiders, lizards!
Glad to know the spider was annhilated before your brother and family reached!!
😀 😀
Ahh a fellow jumper-on-bed, screamer and moaner. 😀 Glad to know there are others 😉
hah hah, In my hostel I was sort of a lizard exterminator…
Vacuum cleaner idea is good..for me its the news paper always!!
Wow Lizard Exterminator?! :O I am more a See-Lizard-Run-A-Mile type that’s when I am not immobilized and going ggu-ggu-ggu… *blushing in shame*
hahaha I must be the odd one out here. I remember shouting hysterically at a roommate who instinctively squished a spider with her foot. She was very amused at how upset I was.
I also use a newspaper to deal with spiders – I spread one on the floor near their location, manipulate them onto it, and deposit them safely outdoors. 😀 So next time you have a spider problem, you know whom to call. Teehee.
OMG I’d go into hysterics if I saw one being squished as well. This whole spider thing transforms me into a big blob of jelly. Take a look at what the junior son and I did when no ‘saviors’ were around, here.
And I sure know whom to call now, of course! 😀
Bravo, Vivek Mohan, his Amma & Goofy! 😀 😆
Thank you Deeps 😉
The person that spiders remind me of are Ron Weasly (Potter’s best friend)! He loathed them
Of course! 🙂
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