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Friday, September 7, 2007

Arachnophilia

I generally avoid all-you-can-eat buffets (don't want to end up a "toad belly"), but look at what they've got goin' on down in Texas!







My kind of cotton candy








Lake Tawokoni State Park is apparently host to several million from the Tetragnatha guatemalensis O. P.-Cambridge clan, also known as the Guatemalan Long-jawed Spider, as well as ten other species, who may possibly be acting as waiters at a massive GLJS family reunion. Other theories include the spiders being hired by Santa to gift-wrap Texas, so W can give it to King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia...





No, please, no more southern states. But can I have Canada?









...or possibly the spiders have gotten tired of mosquitoes and moved on to bigger game.








Excellent with thai peanut sauce.








But I have my own theory on what made a Central American spider, who generally holidays in Cuba and Jamaica, cross the Rio Grande to find a better life in America. No, it's not the promise of amnesty -- spiders are too small to carry green cards anyway, and spider names are notoriously hard to spell -- it's our old friend global warming.





Further info on your melting planet at solcomhouse!








As you read this, the weather we used to call tropical is moving toward Santa's workshop at 3 and a half miles per year. Birds and animals are migrating -- even the trees are on the march -- so why not spiders? After all, we're seeing all sorts of once-in-a-lifetime events nowadays: the ice storm in Omaha...






Popular Nebraska cowsicle









...two Category 5 hurricanes in one season...








Dean and Felix rampaged through South America, but Felix cleaned up afterwards.









...and of course the Spice Girls reunion. (Well, we can only HOPE it's once in a lifetime.) In fact, Lloyd's of London, who famously insured Betty Grable's legs and Britney Spears' pudenda, are predicting a $100 billion "mega-catastrophe" along the Atlantic seaboard in the near future, due to global warming (Richard Ward, CEO of Lloyd's, vehemently denies this is due to "that time I got wasted with Paris and watched 'The Day After Tomorrow' six times in the bathtub").

Which leads me to wonder: Why aren't we all pooping our pants? (Those species among us who wear pants.) Given all the scary news, you'd think we'd all be cowering on our lily pads instead of lining up for a second iPhone (now $200 off!) then rushing home to watch CSI re-runs. If we aren't feeling all that fear and anxiety, who is??? Could it be...our kids?





Baby goats are excellent with a light bernaise sauce, but that isn't what I meant.






The CDC just reported that suicide rates among 10- to 24-year-olds were up 8% in 2004 (they're a little slow at updating their figures over there, but what the heck, it isn't like the dead kids are going anywhere). The number of American children and adolescents treated for bipolar disorder increased 400% from 1994 to 2003. Antidepressant use on schoolchildren in the UK is up 300% in the last decade. Yet not once -- not once -- in any of the articles about this does anyone say: "Why is our children so sad?" (Well, that's how W would ask, bless his simple soul over there at the OPEC conference. APEC. Whatever.)

So here's one last theory on the spiders: at a time when it feels like things are falling apart, maybe they're spinning that giant web to try to hold us all together...

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