Being married has really brought out the wimp in me. I really can't stand spiders anymore--I won't even kill them. It's just become Andrew's job to get rid of them.
I was exhausted when I finally got Rachel down for her nap yesterday. She didn't take a nap until after 4:00 in the afternoon and since she had gotten up for the day at 7:00 AM and woke up in the middle of the night to scream for a while, I was well ready for a nap by then.
So I went to go lie down in our bed. I took off my glasses and climbed into bed. My eyes saw a blurry something move on the wall. I squinted to try to bring the blob into focus, but I still couldn't see what it was so I grabbed my glasses and put them back on again.
A big, ugly spider was right above my head. I jumped out of bed and ran to the hall closet to get the fly swatter.
I went back into the bedroom and got all ready to kill it, but then I thought that if I missed it would probably fall onto our bed, and that would be gross.
So I grabbed a tissue and got ready to squish it, but then I thought about that horrible squishing feeling and the popping sound that it makes and I just couldnt' do it.
I napped on the couch in the living room instead.
When Andrew got home I told him about the spider.
"And you just left him in our room?" he asked.
I nodded.
"So he's still in there, alive?" he asked.
I nodded, "Will you get it?"
"I don't know where it is," he said, "Had you killed it when you saw it, it would be gone."
"I know...but will you at least check to see if he's in our bed? Pleeeease?"
He walked into the room with a tissue. He's not afraid of the squishing feeling and the pooping sound.
"Here, spider, spider, spider, spider. Here, spider, spider, spider, spider," he coaxed, "There you are!"
He came back with the remains of the spider.
"Not in the bed, but on the wall." Andrew said. That silly spider just crawled right into sight.
That's my husband, the brave spider whisperer!
Richard is very scared of spiders, and I am too. So, everytime we see spiders we have to take turns with who kills them. We had a lot in our basement apt in Provo. Once, I turned to dry my hands on my towel and a spider was just chillin' on it! Later, I opened a shoe box to pull out some shoes that I hadn't worn for a while, and a spider had built his home there. I vacuumed out the box and didn't see any spider. So I picked up my shoe and a HUGE spider dropped out of it and ran back into the closet. SOOO scary. Richard had to kill that one.
ReplyDeleteSpiders me no likey.
ReplyDeleteI didn't used to be afraid of them, though, til we moved to Germany and a kid we knew freaked me out by telling me all spiders were poisonous and would kill you. I am only just now to a point where I can leave them alone and where I almost don't like killing them. Maybe someday I'll be able to remove them without violence... but I'll never be able to touch them, and the idea that people keep tarantulas for pets makes me ill... lol
I totally understand the popping sensation when you kill a spider (or any bug for that matter). That is why I couldn't stand to squash the roaches in DC when I saw them.
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