I'm casually packing up my various cans of spray paint and other painting items I'm taking with me. I'm feeling OK given that I'm terrified of spiders. Bugs - check. Snakes - check. Spiders - I run for the hills. There are a few very small ones in the corners but they were tiny and I could
A giant man-eating spider attacked me. OK. Not really but it sure did seem like it wanted to! I went to pull a can of spray paint off the shelf and my fingers went in to a thick, sticky web. I'm getting the heebie jeebies just typing this. I pull the can of paint down and there is a GIANT black spider behind it. It's a good thing that Charlie was outside standing at the door and Cole was close to him because I proceeded to throw the entire box of paint down and scream hysterically while jumping up and down. The spider didn't move but I sure did.
Charlie: "momma what happened!?"
Me: "a spider scared me"
So after both children looked at me like I had lost my mind I decided I MUST BE STRONG FOR THE CHILDREN. I found an old shoe and prayed that there were no spiders in or on it while I picked it up because if there were it was going to be every
Looking back I'm pretty sure it was a black widow. Ugh. Heebie Jeebies.
I promptly quit any and all packing for the day and proceeded to get a libation to calm my nerves. Packing is dangerous business.
Two days later this is still the conversation in our house...
Charlie: "mommy that spider in shed scare you?"
Me: "yes, that spider really scared me"
Charlie: "mommy you squish it?"
Me: "yes, I squished it and killed it" (thank goodness)
Me: "what did mommy do when the spider scared her?"
Charlie: "mommy, you go aaaahhhh!" (as he opens his eyes big and raises his hands yelling - makes me chuckle every time)
Yep. Still a topic of conversation and yep, I'm still traumatized.