PART 3: FIGHTING SPIDERS....AND FUCK SPIDERS.

more pets to come....;9)

For those who dunno where the term FUCK SPIDERS come from...well, read this and u may know it's originality....hahahahah.....;9)
cousin peeleepian and i were the best childhood pals. not only he was my cousin, he was liked tarzan. he was my idol, u know. he feared nothing. whatever creepies crawlies, critters, yucking things...etc...he grabbed!
he influenced me greatly...so i also grabbed what ever things that crawled, swam, flew or bite.
like i said before, we were simple kampong kids. poor but happy. we got not many toys to play with as our parents were poor then. but we were very courageous and creative .
peeleepian always would bring me to mt faber area to catch spider. under the hill, used to live a sinewy old malay man. he had a small plot of land there where he grew rambutan and planted tapioca and sweet potatoes.
yum...yum....we would always time the ripening so that we could steal some of pak awang's harvest...hahahaha...;9)
pak awang as a nasty old fuck! he would scream at us when he found us digging up the his tapiocas or sweet potatoes.
it was a good thing he was a limp. if not we would not be able to escape him so easily with all the loots......;9)
in my old kampong house was a large compound where grandma since young had grown a guava tree. this wonderful pink fruit tree had since grown old with my my grandma. it was monstrous and majestic not only providing the family with much need shade but vit C rich pink guavas. the fruits were abundant. i never passed a day without eating a couple of those seedy sweet guavas. it was like my daily staple of fruits too.....;9)
my pink guava tree also attracted many different kinds of colorful and rare birds....yellow merobok, the sweet singing merobok, parrots, thrushes, etc....and once even the rare hornbills...no joke!
these hornbills were scary bird...so large and with the monstrous yellow curved beak. the pair which frequently my guave tree really looked menancingly threatening.
so as it was ....kampong days passed by so relaxed and not a dull moment.
peelepian would visit me almost everyday to climb the guava tree and pluck the ripe fruits. he could pluck so many at one go, we even had many spares to distribute to my favorite neighbour next door, ah eng. this hardworking girl helped my mum to look after all my tender siblings....
(ah eng had since passed away a few years back. she was inflicted with lung cancer after years of working in the petrol kiosk. she was barely 50 then....sob...sad....;9(
granny would want me to pluck those overly ripen fruits. i shuddered when she chomped into it with her quite toothless mouth. do u know why?
over riped fruits contained tiny squiggling maggots. it wrrigled frantically when u broke open the riped soft yellow fruit that exposed it's pink flesh...and *yucks!*..those wriggling maggots..
granny said those were the sweetest with the maggots. she even assured us it was ok to devour the fruits with those tiny white worms....*yucks!*...no thanks gran...u can have all the wormy fruits to ur delights!
while peeleepian climbed the tree, i would fix 2 lengths of tied bamboo poles extending the lengths as to hit down any high up good size guava.
my brother and sisters would also join in the fun and picked the fallen fruits....2 joined extended bamboo poles were really heavy to handle.....so only me being the eldest of the brood was strong enough to held it.
it was really really fun....what next to do was to wash the fruits and supped!........;9)
next, peeleepian would bring me to mt faber. this time we armed with empty match boxes and plastic bags again.
we were going to catch those iridescent bluish green jumping fighting spiders.....
to be cont'd........