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For today's Wednesday Word, I'm culling again from the Annual Wednesday Word Suggestion Drive (which is really open all year and you can still contribute to!) and this week I'm investigating the word crepuscular, donated by the good Lt. Cccyxx.
Crepuscular sounds creepy and crawly and sort of scary, and no wonder since it refers to nocturnal creatures, or a creature who is primarily active during twilight. Oh sure, you've got your common cats and owls and the like, but what I'm really concerned with are two crepuscular things: spiders and raccoons.
Raccoons are little aholes, but they're really darling little aholes. There is a big huge fat one that uses a creek we have running through our back yard (the creek is actually a glorified storm drain that is overground, but we like to say creek because it sounds woodsy and quaint and not hideously annoying in the rain season when it overflows). It uses our creek as its own little highway between yards and under the street. This is fine, but it's the look on the little pisser's face when we catch him creeping through--the look that says, "Yeah? I'm in ur creek, looking cute. Come near me and I'll scratch your eyeballs out."
Raccoons are, like bears, nature's little jokey-joke on humans. Why a joke? Because they are so CUTE that you want to hug them and squeeze them and pet them and call them George, but there will be certain dire consequences if you do so. Also, raccoons are extremely naughty in the night, and their little thumbs and fingers enable them to do quite a bit of non-huggable trash mess-making.
The other crepuscular critters that I concern myself with are spiders, which are not critters at all, but rather agents of the devil. When I find one in my house, I usually trap it and kick it out the front door, because my cats are completely useless in eating them. But it's the truly crepuscular spiders that worry me. The ones that crawl into my bed at night, or walk across the ceiling above my bed while I sleep, and then drop a line down onto the covers and then hike across the covers until it reaches my face, at which point it will KISS ME and then ....listen. Spiders are just wrong, wrong, wrong. Yeah I know they eat bad bugs, whatevs. All I'm saying is that when I caught a little crepuscular one the other night right before bed, I was NOT SORRY AT ALL to see that four of its legs had been mysteriously ripped off...possibly the work of my cats, but considering their uselessness, possibly not. Possibly a BIGGER spider.
You know, on second thought, maybe we should get back to cats and owls as our poster crepuscular critters.