I love nature and all living things. Let me rephrase...I respect nature and all living things. (Bugs and snakes are fine as long as they stay away from me and mind their own business.)
I don't even kill bugs. I'm known for setting them free back into the wild at work. (Yes, I am one of those people who can strategically place a sheet of paper under a bug and throw a cup on top to carry it outside....though if someone else offers to do it...I don't decline such generosity.)
All this being said, there has been this spider outside of our house in front of our front door for the past 4 days. She is big. She is scary. And I am determined that she is planning to cease our existence as we know it.
When I come home, she stares at me.
When I take Leira outside for a walk, she waits.
She sits still in her web but I know she is watching my every move, and trying to figure out the best way to stun me and spin me into her web.
When I close my eyes, I can see her.
I can't sleep in fear that she might kill me when my defenses are down.
Here's the thing, it's going to be me or you Charlotte, and it's not going to be me.
I heard Andrew going outside last night and I warned him of our leery intruder. When he saw her he simply said, "Oh my God! That's a huge ass spider!"
"Yes. Yes it is."
Five minutes later he was out there with his big can of Raid. Spray spray spray. Die spider die! (Though he did inform me that he just sprayed her web in hopes that she would take it as a warning and flee.)
When I woke up this morning and looked out the window, she was gone.
I hate to tell you Wilbur, but Charlotte is dead.....
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