My arachnophobia is not as profound now as it was when I was a child. Those multiple legs that can turn on a dime making the critter so unpredictable was more than I could bear and I would scream until someone would come to rescue me.One day I was watching my grandfather paint their house when a Daddy Long Legs crawled out from under the siding and Granddad just painted over it without flinching. He was my hero.
Today I tolerate spiders when they are in their natural habitat, outside. However, when one wanders into MY natural habitat, my home, that is another story. I no longer scream until someone comes but I often will loudly alert the Cottage Master that he is needed for spider patrol.
This morning I was in the house alone. A spider and I had the misfortune of coming eye to eye. I was at a disadvantage since I had just emerged from my shower. I couldn’t just let the thing run around on MY floor but I couldn’t run through the house in my natural state to get the spider spray, besides he might be gone by the time I got back. Stepping on it was out of the question, and I had nothing near by to squish it with. I grabbed what was the only tool at my disposal and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed.
Finally the thing stopped moving. I suspect that I didn’t actually kill it with the spray but merely glued its legs together so it couldn’t move any more. Either way it no longer was running around my floor unpredictably.
Mrs.RGS
2 comments:
The picture of the spider makes me wonder "what were they thinking?"
Does the fact that using hair spray to kill a spider make you wonder what your putting on your hair? I sprayed windex on bugs we had here called stink bugs, when you smashed them they stunk. It worked, then I flushed them down the toilet.
Oh my - when I'm alone ALL unwelcome bugs meet their end with a healthy bit of Lysol. I can't remember the last time Lysol was used for another purpose! :)
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