Beware Of The Cantor-Eating Spider

Once a month is better than none . . .

It has been a busy time, these past few weeks. The major event was the big ol' Diocesan Centennial Mass in DeKalb on September 24th - more on that at a later time . . . if I ever get around to it.

More immediate is the story of the Cantor-Eating spider. Terri was on to sing the . this morning. As she approached the mike, she noticed a wee spider - not the poisonous one in the photo but if, like our friend Terri, you don't care for the eight-legged little critters, that doesn't matter.

Now I have no problem with arachnids myself. My wife can hardly stand to be in the same State as one. Of course on one of our first dates I took her to see the movie 'Arachnophobia' . . . but that's another story. Anyway, despite my nonchalance I have to admit a certain degree of heebyjeebitis (google THAT!) at the thought of poor Terri's ordeal.

There she was, singing away, "Alleluia, Alleluia . . ." and somehow our little friend found it's way onto the microphone. "Alleluia, Alleluia . . ." - he's crawling up along the gooseneck mike . . . closer, closer . . . "Alleluia, Alleluia . . ." and engages in a staring match with poor Terri, who - true professional as she is - continued singing gamely. Upon duly reporting to me the trespasses of the errant octopod, I, her knight in shining armour, proceed to flick the offender from the tip of the mike.

Who knows if the poor creature of God has since recovered from the trauma inflicted upon it, or how many little spiderlets are now in a single parent family . . . but perhaps it will survive to once again sit in judgement on future cantors.