Not Just Logic
Half shuddering, half leaping across my desk, I clawed my way onto the bed ensuring to avoid touching the floor at all costs. Who knew if it travelled with an entourage of loyal minions. Maintaining my position high on the bed, I peered over, praying the predator had found another prey. Alas, it had glued itself to the dust coated corner, happily beginning the construction of its new home. I sighed. I guess I would have to move into my parents’ room for the year. Being of Indian heritage, my mystifying fear of such eight legged souls always evoked thousands of laughs. Compared to my fearless great grandmother (who could pick up a scorpion and toss it out with just two fingers), I ranked at ridiculous. “Look at its size and look at yours. It should be afraid of you!” I’ve heard this advice a million times. And while it seems all logical, I fail to understand why these words fail to make me see reason. After all, logic presides in ...