We moved into a wonderful home on the outskirts of town.
Along with the move to the heavily wooded neighborhood,
came the addition of new problems--
spiders. All kinds, shapes and sizes have amazingly found
their way into our wonderful home.
With four children at the time (now we have five) it gets
crazy. Every day we would hear, "mom, here is another one
and he is really big!!!" Now, considering their knowledge
of spiders was the "itsy bitsy" one,
these "big ones" were still rather small. We would get a
shoe, a tissue and make another note to call the Orkin
guy.
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One day, I was carrying laundry from the bedrooms to the
laundry room. I toss down a pile. Over the top of it(THE
pile I just had carried!!!!!) comes this enormous, brown,
UGLY spider. He was coming right toward me! I
screamed. In come all but the baby. I of course show them
and they all squeal. It was just the biggest spider I had
ever seen EVER!! I paced for a minute wondering what to
do. I said, well, who wants to be mommy's brave spider
killer??? My 7 year old says, "oh mom, no way!!" My three
year old little girl says, "ooooh mommy he's scary!!!" (I
wouldn't have made her do it. He could have eaten her and
swallowed her whole!) I look at my usually brave five year
old boy. I said, "Elijah, can you 'whap' him?" He goes
closer, looks for a second, then says, "nope, he's too big
for my hand." "EEEWWWW, not your hand, a shoe-- a Daddy
shoe!" He says, nope, he is just too big. I tell him to
get me one of Dad's shoes.
He comes back with a shoe and a pair of safety goggles. I
said, what are these for? He answered, "in case when you
hit him, he jumps up and pokes you in the eyes!" Now, of
course I KNOW the spider can't do
that, yet for some strange reason, I felt compelled to put
them on. So there we stood all gazing into the
laundry room. Elijah in his superman cape and
shirt, refusing to be my little super hero. Olivia in her
dance suit and thumb in mouth, Riley with a look of
absolute horror on his face, and me, in my pj's and safety
goggles feeling my heart in my throat and holding a size
12 shoe. I go in. . . they tiptoe after me. . . I lunge!
The spider lunges back, unafraid! We all ran shrieking out
of the house. Somehow the great
outdoors seemed safer than the solitude of home sweet home
at that moment.
We eventually went back in. We managed to get a pitcher
over him so he wouldn't get away, and my dear hubby got
rid of him. My hero! Then the very next morning we called
our faithful Orkin guy. We decided, let the pros handle
it, we were no match for anything above a nursery rhyme
spider!
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