Spiders...again.

I recently told you guys about my aversion to spiders (see post spiders + me = not a happy me). I have a brand new spider story for y’all.

So Gabe’s husband answered her phone the other day when I called her. As he was giving me a hard time (always), he asked if he could borrow a tv series. I told him that of course he could and went to get it out of our movie closet (Seriously. We have shelves of movies in a closet).

Please note that I am more afraid of spiders when I have no shoes on. Why? Are you really asking me for a rational explanation? You read my blog, you should know better.

I was jabbering away, blissfully unaware of what awaited me. *Cue dramatic music*

As I step up to the doors to open the closet, a giant evil death machine monster stared at me out of his million beady eyes which were about 2 inches from my face. I promptly screamed while jumping ½ the room backwards and out the door at the same time (No small feat this. It was kind of like teleportation).

I ran to the kitchen and got my handy dandy spider killing juice. That stuff makes me feel powerful…until this fateful day that is. I sprayed that blood sucker for several minutes. It kept moving around and eventually went inside the closet (still on the door). This was last Thursday. I haven’t been back into our yellow room alone since. And even with someone with me, I will no longer touch the closet or go in it. Period.

Mike’s lucky I didn’t put the house up for sale. But I’m pretending that the spider crawled into a corner in that closet and died (even though no one can find his body).

Track List:
As may possible versions of Little Boxes (you know, the theme song from Weeds??) as I could find. Thanks Delana.