Okay, so apparently May is some sort of spider month and I just didn't get the memo. You've probably already read about the suspected spider bite I had last week. Then, Ainsley drew a picture of the two of us for Mother's Day where we definitely looked, if not spider-y, then certainly daddy-long-legs-y. Friday night, we saw Spiderman 3. And then there was last night...
You've heard of my arachnophobia, and I bragged about it getting better right here in these pages. Any progress I made got trumped last night by a veritable Shelob.
I pulled back Ainsley's shower curtain to get her bath ready and saw it lounging in the tub--a wolf spider as big as my hand. Not my palm; my whole hand. Of course, I screamed and froze. I knew immediately that this was a job too big for me and fetched the resident spider killer.
He laughed, thinking I had exaggerated its proportions. Rolled TV Guide in hand, he headed into battle, his trusty sidekick (Ainsley) at his side. That's when I heard it: "Good lord!" Ahh, validation that this was no ordinary house invader.
Ainsley bailed out, saying that she decided she's afraid of big spiders. Jason killed it, and told me later he had never seen a spider that big in his life (except on TV.) Every time he talked about it last night, he visibly shuddered. I don't blame him; that behemoth shivered my timbers, too.
I just hope this is the last of the spider-themed happenings at Casa de Cranky. I don't know if I can stand this being a trend.
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Oh.....my.....GOD!
That's all I have to say.
Hehehe...I laughed aloud when I read this. I just want to remind you that I once told you they were that big!! But I don't think you believed me at the time. We had one that apparently lived behind the big TV stand in our den when I was growing up. What makes me shudder now is the fact that we were too chicken to kill the thing, and I have no idea what happened to it!!
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