My biggest fear has always been spiders. I would cringe even hearing the word. I felt creepy crawlies if I saw a picture of a spider. Even those plastic Halloween spider rings got me.
Not anymore. I'm over it. Because no spider situation will ever be as traumatizing as what we experienced last night.
MC went outside and Rach and I immediately heard squeals followed by "shut the door shut the door!". I ran to shut the front door and she came in through the back. She then proceeded to tell us that she saw the biggest spider ever right outside the front door. After discussing the size of the spider, deciding it was probably pregnant, and screaming at it through the glass of the door, we had to make a gameplan.
Well, we can't smush it because I don't want baby spiders to scatter everywhere. *more squealing occurred at the thought
Should I pour bleach on it? -MC
Umm yeah sure. Just don't squish it!
MC found some Hot Shot bug spray under the sink and walked to the door. When she opened the door, she said, "there are ants too!"
I immediately ran over and said, "are you sure they aren't baby spiders??"
They were. I died.
Hundreds of baby spiders crawling everywhere. The mama spider was steadily getting smaller and smaller as more babies appeared. She was also getting deader and deader as MC proceeded to spray an entire bottle of bug spray all over the stoop.
After buying two cans of spider spray at Wal-Mart, spraying every corner inside (and outside) the entire house, and a considerable amount of squealing...I have decided that spiders don't bother me anymore. When I see a spider, I'll just think...at least it's not hundreds of them.
Bleh whatever. I'm still scared of them.