An excerpt from my India diary... some of you have read it already...
Jasmine and Hillel are packing up, they are leaving early in the morning. Hillel to New Delhi where we'll join him a day later, Jasmine is going home, for she's leaving to go to a Sikh camp in British Columbia, of all places. We have another five minutes of Before Sunset in bed. I'm thinking I'll never finish this movie in my life.
Suddenly we hear a yell: "Jaasmiiiine! Daaaaashaaaaaaa!" That would be David, returning into his room. We sprint over there.
"There's this white thing over there. Look! I saw it crawling on the window, then it jumped on Hillel's suitcase and there it's sitting right there, on his shirt!"
We look, quite skeptically at first. What the hell is that? It's white, it looks almost like a jelly-fish, but how the hell would it get into the midst of a rain forest. It doesn't move, probably startled by the light. Being extremely brave and street-smart, I come closer. I see six or eight legs - it is a giant spider, size of a tarantula! But white. It's an albino tarantula! We shriek and run out of the room. What do we do? Do we dare to capture it? David doesn't, I'm more than hesitant. But then if we don't, what will it do? It can kill us all overnight. We look around. There is an empty waste basket that might do the trick, provided that the albino tarantula doesn't move. We make a battle plan. It involves the waste basket and Jasmine. She's Indian by birth - so she's a logical choice, and she's also the least frightened. We all approach the tarantula cautiously. It's still there, pretending to be dead or something. Jasmine hurls the waste basket over the monster. It's trapped! We're alive! We win! Now we have to get it away from Hillel's shirt somehow. My turn. Wearily I move the basket, dreading the moment when the mini Odula starts scuttling about. It doesn't. I notice it leaves small white traces as I move it with the basket. Am I injuring the thing? The traces look very much like
pieces of
.napkin or something
I have a sudden flashback to this morning. Three women came around to clean the guesthouse. They were washing windows, among other things. With white paper towels that, when damp, can look a lot like albino tarantulas. Especially if you happen to be a hysterical Westerner. I take the basket off and grab the thing with my hand. David shrieks. I explain what just happened. "There can be a spider
INSIDE!" he maintains. Well, I can't argue with that, but none emerged even after a close scrutiny. Not among the bravest moments in my life, but certainly among the funniest. Funny how the mind works. It's white, it's scary, it must be an albino tarantula, but of course. What could possibly be more logical?
Here, I took the picture of the monster: