BAM!
We see one of these little guys and we are ruined?The other night I went to bed, and like I do on many Monday evenings, I remembered that I still had a basket of laundry sitting on my bed, waiting to be folded before I could retire for the night. I loathe folding laundry, especially now that I have four people to do this for. It can become quite the task. I shudder when I think of how much more laundry there will be when we have a baby in the house again.
I turned on my mattress warmer, and went back into the living room, stoked the fire, and nearly caught my arm ablaze during the process. I returned to my room and started folding the laundry, glad that the few extra minutes out of bed would give my bed a chance to warm up a little more before I crawled into it. I could almost feel it's warming sensations, heating my core and tingling from my toes all the way up to my shoulders and down to my fingertips. No wait. the tingling is only on one shoulder, and the "tingling" working its way down my arm is a BIG FAT HAIRY SPIDER!
I squealed and flicked my hand by reflex and Lil' Charlotte when flying onto the bed and into the pile of whites. Somewhere. In there. In my underwear.
I rushed back into the living room and then -the same girl who had just carried in a huge load of firewood that she split last spring and then built herself a beautifully roaring fire in the house she has remodeled herself- woke up her brawny husband and cried like a girl that there was a "yucky spider on the bed and he needed to go take care of it".
We went into the room and after a minute of searching the laundry pile, Lil' Charlotte appeared on a pair of chonies.
I watched Aaron squish it with a shoe.
I watched him squish it again, because he missed the first time.
I watched him squish it a third time, because it was really only a second time and it wasn't dead enough for me yet.
I watched him get a tissue and pick the dead spider up.
I watched him drop the dead spider in the toilet.
I watched him flush the toilet and I watched the dead spider disappear.
I can still feel the spider on me. I feel like they're everywhere.
And everything IS a spider. The fuzzy on my sweater is a spider. The breeze created by someone walking by is a spider on my neck. The tiny clump of hair in the corner of the bathroom floor that's been under that part of the sink that the broom won't reach for a MONTH is now a spider.
Spiders are everywhere.
They've always been everywhere. But now I'm seeing them in my food, on my clothes, on my children, under every blanket and in my sleep.
"and the spiderman is always hungry..."
I am sure it came in on a piece of firewood, but still. Ew. I'm going to buy some sticky traps tomorrow and either have my worst nightmare come true and find out that they really ARE everywhere, or find nothing but a few fuzzies, an apple seed, and some stray hair and finally put my imagination to rest.
"and the spiderman is always hungry..."
