I do laundry at night. I just went to grab a handful of laundry laying on my floor and a big, black spider went scurrying into a towel I left behind. After I about wet my pants, I grabbed my husband's boot (I'm not going to use mine!) and squished him where he sat. Unfortunately, he sat on my three year old daughter's Blues Clues towel and she was there to see him die there too. So, after she yelled about that, I told her that her daddy would take care of it tomorrow and her favorite towel would be ok. Thankfully, she was ok with her daddy taking care of the dead spider tomorrow laying on her favorite towel. I just wish he'd been in the room TONIGHT to kill the dang then when it gave me a heart attack.
So, my heart is still racing a little bit from the spider scare and now we have a bad storm brewing outside right now. I hate night time storms. I never feel like I can sleep without worry until I am sure the threat has passed. The strong part will be here soon and I am crossing my fingers that we don't lose power.
Why is it that the spiders only seem to come out of their hiding spaces when my husband isn't home? That means I get to deal with the squealing kids who first spot one of them by myself. That also means that I am stuck getting rid of the little buggers (the spiders, not the kids) myself. That is a bad thing because I happen to have an intense fear of spiders...seeing them, getting near them, getting close enough to get them. Ewwww!
When I was younger, I could scream for my older sister no matter what time it was and she would take care of it for me. Since I am married with kids and have to be the 'adult' now, that leaves me to do the job. Sometimes, I'd like to be the kid again - you know, crawl under my covers while I scream for help and let somebody else get near the creepy, crawly things.
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