The hysterics began slowly, building gradually and then peaked with one sharp, explosive piercing SCREECH!
Now, mind you, the panic would have been contained if the furry legged, multi-eyed beast of an arachnid had stayed in his corner of the tub.
But, oh, no.
This fierce bug had postured himself into a threatening stance. Perched on his hind legs, front legs balled into a fist, Spidey eyeballs rolling…..
And, pinchers pinching.
Not sure what this fella had in mind.
Guess he figured he could take me.
Maybe even thought I had it coming.
Perhaps he had planned to teach me a lesson.
Gimme a taste of my own medicine.
Serve me a knuckle sandwich even.
Typically, I am not one to back down from a fight. But, I just couldn’t see myself locking horns with this critter. Just not my thing.
I scurried off, tail between my legs, to fetch my hubby.
Hubby stomped in with his size 10 boots, eager to provide a quick and easy, albeit messy, solution.
And, then, I re-considered.
“Wait!”
Hubby hesitated, boot hovering over my opponent, quizzical look on his face.
“Ah…..um….I mean.…well…” I attempted to explain my thoughts.
Hubby raised an eyebrow.
“Ya gotta admire the spunk,” I said.
“Go get a cup.”
And, tonight, somewhere in our garden, a lone soldier returns home to the village, full of tales of bath tubs and gentle giants.
“…And, so, I gave her the ol’ one, two…See?
Tryin’ to mess with the likes of me.
Ain’t happenin’ on my watch. No, sir!
Next time, I’ll clock her where it counts…”
16 comments:
LOL So funny! I got splattered with spider guts the other night. It was fitting. We get these guys http://handyhooker.blogspot.com/2009/06/fast-friday_26.html
I do the same thing. I let them free.
We have a spider in the backyard named Fuzzy. He and his descesdents have been there since we moved in!
Eek!
Eek!
Spider's don't bother me much...now if it had been a snake....that would be a completely different story all together. ;)
My rule generally is that if they're in my domain, they die. I try to leave them in their own domain. However, I have carted bugs outside with cups and loosely held paper towels when the mood strikes.
Hilarious! I could of used your bravery when my dog brought in a bird yesterday & proceeded to decapitate and pluck every feather from it's poor, lifeless body. Who knew so many feathers could come from one small bird? good morning from sits!
HAHAHA Your stories are so amazing!! You have such a way.
I would have screamed and ran out and sent in hubby to clean him up. I have been known to get a soft side too and demand the invader be taken outside too. I am not proud of it, but it does happen. LOL
In my house=down my drain. Especially those long multi-legged centipede looking ones! Eek is right.
I generally just let them stay where they are, because I'm usually not afraid of bugs.
Last night, however, when I unrolled the newspaper, and a GIANT spider was inside, I shrieked like I was trying out for Halloween XII. Embarrassing when he turned out to be dead already....
yup, in my house, he would have gotten a burial at sea (a swirling burial at that).
Aren't we such interesting ducks? I also have second thoughts just before the hammer falls on the poor 'buggers'. By the time, I voice it though, it's usually too late.
My best, Lynn
YOU are a better woman than me!
That arachnid would have been in spidey heaven had he been in my tub...spunk or NOT!
They cross my threshold and they're dead. You are so nice!
Girl more power to you. They come stomping on my territory and they go down. We run a tight ship over here - even Prayse has taken to stomping on "piders" (anything that moves, or doesn't).
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