Day 839 - From furred pet to merciless hunter
There are a lot of big, nasty spiders in the house here on Moorea. The ugly kind with more hair on the legs than I have. When you’re no longer 8 years old and you can’t just call your dad when one of the hairy beasts has found its way to your room - what to do?
The problem’s easily solved. I just set one of the cats on the spider. The sight of the fleeing - and, I admit, poor - spider transforms the purring, lovely furred animal into a deadly and merciless hunter. There’s no mess (like crushed spider tummy on the wallpaper) and no disgust for my part. The combat is both short and unfair…



