Good Morning, Folksies
As you have been reading my blog, you have come to realize how much I love my seasons. I particularly enjoy spring and fall, for obvious reasons. There are two things I do not like about these two seasons. Spiders. And more spiders.
My fear of spiders go back to my days spent in Florida where they grow to be the size of sanitation trucks. You Florida gals know what I mean.
Now I realize that spiders serve a purpose. They keep the ecology thing going. But to me they are truly 8 legged freaks. And do you know they have lots of eyes? Like they see you coming and going, waiting, watching for that special moment to make their presence known to give you the heebie jeebies.
Yesterday morning as I was sweeping the kitchen floor, I noticed a slight movement near one of the doors. I looked a little closer and saw this brown hump back SPIDER trying to hide in the corner. Slowly backing up, never taking my eyes off of it, I grabbed a can of WD-40. It was almost empty but I was able to get a freezing squirt out. While it flailed around on it's back, I then sprayed with a can of spider kill. A steady stream ensued. I watched with morbid fascination as it tried to flip back over on its eight legs, scooting across the floor on its back. It was too large for me to want to feel the crunch under my slippered foot (note to self: it is time to begin wearing heavy tennis shoes in house.) It died, I swept it up and away.
Generally, when I tell Luscious that I killed a spider and it was big, he guffaws and says, how big could it be? I always remind him that I am not a big person and this one was so big it could have carried me away. He never believes me. Well, boy howdy, did I have proof when he came home last night. You know how spiders always look smaller when they die because they shrivel up? Shuddering here again, just thinking of them.
I took this picture for hubs so that he could get perspective. That is one big freak. I am still looking around to see if he had friends. That is the only real thing of spring and summer that I dislike. Why can't they be satisfied staying outside where they belong?