Spook appeal

The end to my time here in Spey Bay is nigh.  Scarily nigh.  The 31st October.  Halloween.  And I know that the bit in the middle, the bit in between now and the end, is going to fly by far too quickly.

What images come to your mind when you read the word halloween I wonder…

Witches and witchcraft?  Jack o’ lanterns or pumpkin soup?  Zombies and ghosts?  Cheesy American movies?  Vampires and bats?  Or creepy crawlies such as spiders?

If I could rewrite the history of vampires, I would delete the notion of bats as their accomplice.  But replace them with what?  The tick?  Ticks feed on human blood and can be vectors of disease.  Ah, but ticks just don’t seem to have the spook appeal.

A fear of spiders though…  Now this I can understand.  They are the masters of death; having covered every possible niche in the predatory department.  They ambush, they chase, they lasso, they mimic and they trap.  They even have fangs!  Surely the spider should be the vampire’s accomplice!

On second thoughts … I think the vampire should be the spider’s accomplice!


About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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