Names have been changed to protect the innocent...and my husband...and me...but not the dog. His name is Dexter.

Friday, April 26, 2013

I Don't Like Spiders

That title up there....biggest understatement of the century.  To say I don't like spiders is to say that the world is kinda big.  Mega understatement. 

And don't even try to logic me out of it.  I know I'm bigger.  Doesn't matter.  I only have two legs.  Many people find my outrageous fear of spiders to be completely irrational.  Myself included.  But honestly....I just shivered because I'm totally creeped out by even the idea of a spider.

And now I have two little girls that I'm trying really, really hard to not pass on my irrational fear.  Being the grown up, blah blah blah.  This pretty much sets up the scene for this morning.

Babs was the first one to catch sight of the giant monster on our kitchen ceiling.  She has her Mama's gift for spotting them in any situation.  It's not really a gift though.  Ignorance can be bliss.  I got a little closer to see what I was dealing with.  I did not like what I saw.  Not at all.  It was HUGE.  Not like Amazon huge, but big.  And black.  And hairy.  With a white spot on it's back.  I didn't take a picture because, HELLO, I do NOT want a picture of a nasty spider on my phone or camera.  Ever.

Since it was on the ceiling and I didn't want it wondering throughout the house, we decided our best plan of attack was the vacuum.  We have a canister vacuum with a nice long extension hose.  Not long enough in my opinion, but long.  So I pulled on my big girl panties and climbed up on a kitchen chair so I could reach it.  Babs turned on the vacuum.

And every time I got near enough to the spider to vacuum it up I screamed like a little girl.

And then it crawled in the corner where I couldn't reach it so I climbed back down and turned off the vacuum.  Babs gave me a pep talk and told me that I just needed to keep telling myself I could do it and then I'd be able to do it.

The spider crawled back in to the strike zone and there were no more excuses.  I adjusted my big girl panties, pulled on my kitchen gloves and grabbed the vacuum again.  I may have been screaming the entire time and dropped the vacuum as soon as it sucked up the nasty monster.  And I just shivered again recalling that lovely moment.    

Babs told me I did a good job and that we make a great team.  I'm really hoping I haven't scarred her for life.

I really don't like spiders.


stacy said...

I have one of those stories too. I told you when I peed myself when my father-in-law threw a dead one onto my lap? Stupid man! I am proud of you for your bravery!

stacy said...

Did I tell you this story?

Jody said...

Hilarious ..... Love it!

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