Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Animal sensitivities

I keep forgetting that I work with a lot of Indians (Native Americans). During lunch, I was complaining that an owl keep hooting near my window last night waking me up.

"Oh, that's a bad omen to my people. We believe that it's trying to tell you some bad news about a family memeber." as one kindly informed me.


To me, there's lots of owls around here. I live close to the high school and you can see them nesting up in the rafters of the gym. So to me, it's just a neighborhood owl doing his thing.

This morning, a medium sized trantula was walking on the sliding glass door. So I just stood (inside) and watched it crawl off the glass, and walk across the patio until it disappeared into the yard.

So I asked the "owl expert" what it meant if a trantula paid you a visit. Apparently, not much to his people. But if you pick fun at it, you'll get sick. Then he started to tell me a story of how when was a boy he took a stick and flipped over a trantula.

"So did it get you sick afterwards?"

"Yeah, I only did that once."

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