Sweet Yet Sour

After a few months of being a mom I have realized that I have sort of lost a sense of myself in amongst all of the new mom activities and the loss of my job.  Mike keeps asking me what I want to do for myself and I can’t think of anything except sleep. I am really grateful I have this blog as an outlet though, so that I can vent and keep a little of my own identity.

So, in order to remind myself that I am, outside of my Anna’s momness, an interesting person, I’ve decided to start a list of 10 interesting/weird things about myself.  These are in no particular order and I will try to post one a day until I’m done.

Do you my readers have such a list? I’d love to read it if you do!

Here’s number 10 on my list:

10. Genghis Khan – When I was 8 years old I was fascinated with spiders, especially tarantulas.  One day my parents came home from a road race in Pueblo (my parents were road runners most of my child hood) with a tarantula that they had caught on the side of the road.  They had apparently used a metal band-aid box to catch the spider and then put it in a plastic bag for me. I remember looking up at the bottom of the bag and being so excited to see those eight furry legs…  I don’t remember the reasoning, but I named the spider “Genghis Khan”.

“Genghy” as he/she (I never knew) became known, lived in a glass cage in my little desk room in the basement with some rocks, a small water dish, and the live crickets that tarantulas were supposed to eat.  Genghy was apparently pretty traumatized by the transition to living in a cage and didn’t really eat many of the crickets.  Genghy sat in the cage not moving for long periods and I was too afraid to pick the spider up, so there Genghy stayed.

A few weeks after Genghy became part of our home, one of our cats knocked over the table that held Genghy’s cage.  Besides releasing 10 noisy crickets into our basement, this event broke the glass cage and somehow cut off one of Genghy’s legs.

Now I was the owner of a traumatized 7-legged tarantula, poor thing.  We put Genghy into a new cage with some new crickets, but sadly, Genghy didn’t seem to deal well with the loss of a leg.  I’m not sure if there is such a thing as spider suicide, but one day soon after I came home to find Genghy dead in the water bowl.

We buried Genghy in a box in the backyard under a tree in the cemetery formerly reserved for cats and rabbits and that was the end of me owning a tarantula. Oh Genghy you were a lovely tarantula who sacrificed your life for the curiosity of a girl who is now afraid of spiders…