Tonight I turned off all the lights in the house and then crawled around in the darkness with a handheld black light, searching for mysterious markings on the carpet. I held the black light up, waved it one way and then the other, and watched as a spot appeared near the corner of the couch, a spot that would have been invisible in the day time. How magical black light can be, making things appear before our very eyes.
Of course, if you are someone who owns cats, you know that what I was doing was far less romantic than it sounds. Yes, you guessed it. I was searching for dried spots of cat urine so that I could treat the spots on the carpet with Urine-off so that our house won't smell like cat pee when the humid weather returns in the spring.
The funny thing is that I get a certain amount of enjoyment out of a task like this. I mean, the black light does make the task easy. It is satisfying to find those spots and scrub them out. I was thinking tonight that I wish I had a black light I could wave over myself during times of intense introspection. A black light that would highlight my faults, my issues, my weak spots. So that I could just treat the spots, douse them, scrub them, be done with them for once and for all. Do they make Urine-off for the soul?