I have mentioned, on more than one occasion, my deep seated hatred of all things spider-ish. When moving to the country, I have had to overcome my great fear of spiders. Don’t get me wrong I still hate them. I just have learned how to deal with them without screaming and running.
Last week we were having a week of Indian summer. We had beautiful warm days and cool evenings. Warm days that brought out every spider within a 5 mile radius of my house. While out in the front of the house, I thought I’d sit out on the front porch…until I realized that there were 50 bazillion trillion spiders sunning themselves there. I freaked out for a little while, and then remembered my secret weapon….a can of RAID. After digging around in the closet for awhile, I came across the can I was looking for. There wasn’t much left. I used what I could. I did not feel comfortable going into battle with only a quarter can of the good stuff. Hmmmm……. Later that day I went to the store and bought a better can of RAID, especially for spiders and scorpions. Now, I was ready!
I don’t know what came over me, but I turned into a sniper, preying on the spiders. Picking them off…one by one. I sprayed with such glee. I wonder about myself sometimes. I think I had way too much fun watching the spiders curl up and die almost immediately. Oh and by the way, if you are a lover of spiders do not leave a comment telling me how horrible I am, or that spiders are good because they catch bugs and stuff. Puh-leeze! I don’t want to hear it. I got sick and tired of spider webs on EVERYTHING outside and creepy crawlies all over my house. Period.
Well, when said spiders were keeling over outside, the survivors of the RAID rampage ventured in. A lot. I was giving most of them the “smack down” with the flying flip flop move. I’ve perfected it.
It was a little before seven in the morning yesterday. I stumbled into the bathroom still half asleep, flipped on the light and there he was. He was the biggest house spider I’ve ever seen. I am not exaggerating. I think he was the assassin that was sent in by the arachnid army to do me in. He was crouched half way under the shower curtain (which goes all the way to the floor in our bathroom) WATCHING ME. WITH ALL EIGHT OF HIS BEADY EYES. I moved. He moved. My shadow fell across him. He reared back. I swear he was reading my mind. I sauntered over to the magazine basket that we have near the toilet. I grabbed an old real estate magazine for the smack down. He was quick. I was quicker. It was over in a second. Glad I saw him before I sat down on the toilet, because he would have had the advantage then.
My daughter told me our barn in covered in spiders. It’s a regular scene out of the movie Arachnophobia. The barn spiders are not sweet and cute like Charlotte either. One doesn’t see any cute messages about Wilbur the pig. Our barn spiders leave horror movie style messages in their webs…things like “I’m watching you. I will drop down on your head when you are not looking and suck all your brain juices out.” Very unsettling stuff, indeed.
- Nothing to fear from hobo spiders (smithandlever.wordpress.com)
- The Itsy Bitsy Spider (hollysliferevealed.wordpress.com)
- Spiders! (skillzmcfly.tumblr.com)
- Autumn spiders (naturesbeststudents.org)
- Why fear Spiders , Spiders should fear Us (wildsemper.wordpress.com)
- Good year for spiders sparks a surge of arachnophobia (guardian.co.uk)