Another Spider Post

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

First of all, I'm sorry for the photographs that you'll find beneath all of the writing here. There are only two of them, and if you don't think you can handle it, feel free to duck out now-

I hate them too. I know the last spider post was kind of difficult for some of you to look at, but, see this time what I've done, is captured everything in black and white. Now I don't know about you, but it sure makes it a heck of a lot easier for me to look at it. Its not as realistic?

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The other morning, as I was picking up the kids' toys, I was attacked by a giant man eating wolf spider. When I say attacked, I guess that might somewhat of an exaggeration (pfft). There I was, hunched over scooping up blocks and books, dum didledeedee, minding my own business, ya know? I go to move a random sheet of coloring book paper, Dora or something, and underneath it, hanging out like he owns the play mat, was the beast. I screamed like a girl, grabbed the baby off the floor, and jumped back!

Ok, I can't lie. I jumped back, and then grabbed the baby. We all know I'm an awesome mom, I don't need an award to prove it, thanks.

I picked up the nearest toy bin, blue and plastic, and went to throw it on top of the eight legged monster. Have you ever tried to catch a wolf spider? They're fast. While I was trying to control my arachnophobic convulsions, my hairy enemy ran straight into the kids toys. "Noooooo", I shouted in a deep slow motion voice.

I set Charlie down in his excersaucer, which he hates (oh and he sure let me know it), and then suited up in my combat gear. I put shoes on. I grabbed the fly swatter. I grabbed a large book. How in the heck was I supposed to catch this thing? Christopher was off playing war games, dressed in full on chem gear, and I knew that there was no way he'd be able to rescue me (I had sent him a text message, giving up a heads up on my potential doom anyways). I kicked the toys around, the baby screaming at me in anger in the background, Eleanore on the couch watching tv like a freakin' 3 year old zombie (completely unphased, as if neither myself, n or the spider were even there), and waited for the speed demon to come running out at me, fangs dripping with saliva. "He wants to kill me, he wants to kill me, he wants to kill me", was all I could think. "So I have to kill him first". Now I know that no sane person probably thinks this way, but we've all got our quirks, right?

After not being able to find him, buried amongst toy cars and stuffed animals, for half an hour (but lets be real, I wasn't exactly picking up the toys one by one to find him), I took the baby upstairs to change him. While I was up there, two squirmy baby feet in one hand (this kid is getting strong), a disaster of a diaper in the other, I heard the front door creak open and my daughter shout "DADDY YOU ARE HOME!".

*sigh* My hero.

Christopher had driven all the way home, going 15 mph in the military version of a golf cart, dressed in (I have to say, cover your eyes family if you're reading) an extremely sexy pair of coveralls, just to save me. He walked into the house, found the spider (who was hiding behind Eleanore's monkey in the box), killed it, threw it away, and was back out the door in less than 5 minutes. Seriously? Did that really just happen, I wondered. Well, that night he went around the outsides of the doors with insect killer, just to keep them outside (where they belong), and to ease my mind. Its one thing when they're out in the wild, roaming the grass and eating crickets and things, but its another when they're hanging out and playing with the coloring crayons while we're all sleeping.

The next day when Christopher came home from work, we all ran to meet him at the door (ok, again, we left the baby in the living room). Instead of saying "hello" to me, like I was expecting, Christopher looked over towards the patio table, looked back at me, back at the table, back at me, and says "did you do that?". Do wha- ...oh. There, lying upside down under the chair, was a reletive of the play mat beast. He must have walked directly along the path of the insect killer, because it usually takes a lot to take down a spider that size. But no, Christopher, to answer you question, I did not "do that".



I don't think I've ever gotten the chance to see one up close like this (not that I've ever wanted one), without it having just scared all of the crap in the world out of me. This spider though, was completely harmless (spider lovers, please don't start in on how wolf spiders are harmless to begin with. To you, they're completely harmless. To me, they're a heart attack with 8 legs). I grabbed the camera, and before I chickened out, took a couple of pictures.


Christopher picked him up and held him in the palm of his calm hand. He examined him up close, making comments about his large fangs, focusing in on his hairy body- it was all completely insane if you ask me. But at the same time, and I can't believe I'm about to say this, it was absolutely beautiful. Not the spider, or the fact that he was dead, but the whole my husband is cradling a dead spider in the palm of his hand, thing.

I know, who am I, and what did I do with Tia? Gross.

Don't worry, now that I've gotten that out of my system, I won't be posting anymore spider related picture or stories anytime soon. Unless its really good, which, it better not be, because I've had enough of these giant spiders crawling around inside of my house.

9 comments:

Fallon October 31, 2009 at 8:49 AM  

I have these scary beasts too! Knowing they can't hurt us (like the black widow who got Jasper) is only slightly comforting. Jake had one in his shoe a couple weeks ago!I hate the desert and all of its spiders. SO sweet of your husband to come and rescue you :)

Karin Schueller October 31, 2009 at 8:53 AM  

I seriously am never going to Texas after seeing these posts. I mean, there is NO spider that big here in Michigan. Seeing it in his hand just proved it. The legs are all squished up and it's STILL bigger than any spider I've ever seen. And that's the way I like it. NEVER need to see one of those in person!!!!!!!!!!! I'm impressed you were able to take the pictures!!! :)

NessaGurl November 3, 2009 at 10:44 AM  

d00d... I hate hate spiders when they are in the house... I too don't mind when they are outside...but inside.. NO WAY! I gotta say...Twitter has made me quite aware of how lucky we are here in the Great White North to not have such yucky spiders as the Wolf Spider, or Brown Recluse etc...

... thanks goodness for husbands :)

irenedesign November 3, 2009 at 1:24 PM  

Tia,
Your post cracked me up and I think my first comment didn't go through...oh well...

What do you use to edit your photos? I have been using the free version of picnik, and we're getting a mac in a few months, but in the mean time, I'm wondering if there is something out there I am missing.

I kind of feel like asking that question could be like asking a woman where she got her nose job! But it shouldn't be...I think photo editing is an art in itself, and you do a great job. You can email me if you want...kellyihovey[at]gmail[dot]com Thanks!

Mitzie November 3, 2009 at 2:54 PM  

OMG those spiders are no joke. They really are HUGE!!!

Crafty Mama November 3, 2009 at 3:13 PM  

Christopher needs to talk to my man, because there is no way he is leaving work to kill the three inch long cockroaches we have around here. I have to capture them and save them until he gets home. SO not fun when they fly at your head!
I let the spiders live, but only because they eat cockroaches. (The enemy of my enemy is my friend.)

Megan November 3, 2009 at 10:17 PM  

Spiders have never bothered me but holy crap, that thing is huge. I don't think I ran into spiders during my time (an entire week and two days) in Texas but that would have startled me, for sure.

And Christopher is freaking awesome. I've texted Kyle telling him that I feel sick and he just says, "I'm sorry" back. :P

soul_searching_mama November 4, 2009 at 12:23 AM  

I can't believe your husband held the darn thing in his hand...even if it was dead. *shudder* That was big & gross as ever. I would have probably taken my son & just left the house. Probably just moved somewhere else--just send the hubby in for the baby photos and start over somewhere else... The biggest spider I've ever seen inside my house was when I was about 14 and it was about the size of a small-ish mouse. It was on the wall in our hallway and I was walking by it and saw it out of the corner of my eye (it was literally an inch away from my arm as I walked by). It then darted into MY room (figures). Even after my dad killed it, I couldn't bring myself to fully fall asleep for several days. And I think on your last spider post I told you that I was bit by a brown recluse the night before my wedding...so yeah, not a big fan of spiders. :( Sorry you had to go through that with a wolf spider (they are one of the grossest kinds).

Nen November 6, 2009 at 9:45 AM  

It's so funny, I read what you are writing... and it sounds exactly like how I would react and what my husband would do as well. It cracks me up!
I just happened upon your blog through a friend and I'm enjoying reading everything!
By the way--sticky mouse traps are awesome spider catchers. We put one by our basement door... and ICK... caught two gigantic spiders! Of course, I don't have kids--so there again is something that I don't have worry about... a toddler getting their toes stuck on a sticky trap. LOL

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