I hate spiders. Strong word, for a strong feeling. Actually, I loathe spiders. I had a run in with one last year, and I still get chills thinking about it. Finding a black widow spider on your infant isnt exactly ideal. The EMTs warned me at that time that black widows were pretty common in Arkansas, and as the weather starts to cool, they start searching for refuge indoors. Guess I forgot.
A few days ago, we planted seeds for our fall garden. Until they germinate, they need to be watered every day. So, I head out of the back door to tend to the garden, taking Izzy with me. And I walked into a spider web. I had a pretty normal freak out, the kind I have if any spider web touches me, but I assumed it was just a normal household spider. I didnt see it, so I just went ahead on about my business. Got the garden watered, opened the door, and grabbed Izzy’s hand to help her up the steps. THEN I saw it. A big black spider, just like before, right on the bottom of the door. I snatched Izzy back, and went back out into the yard. And I freaked out. Then I made Izzy sit down at her table, and carefully maneuvered my way into the house, to get the insect spray, which is supposed to kill on contact. And I sprayed that bastard. I sprayed, and I sprayed. I had been hoping that maybe it wasnt another black widow. I mean, they arent the only black spiders, right? Then it rolled over. And I saw that red hourglass. Again. It’s really, really not the type of thing you want to ever see in your home. It’s not the type of thing *I* want to see, period, but if I have to, I want it behind glass. Not in MY house. Ever. Never. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. The spider stopped moving. I sighed with relief. Then, it got up, and started speeding BACK into my house. I screamed. (Think Spaaarrrtttaaa!!!. Seriously. I screamed like that. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m crazy.) And I took off my shoe, and I smashed it to bits. I’m pretty sure it’s dead now.
Izzy was looking at me like I was out of my mind. She had no idea what was going on, just that mommy was shaking and crying. (Dangerous, poisonous) Spiders just make me lose any teeny tiny little bit of “cool” that I may have. We went in the house and I called Byron to freak out more, and he was able to calm me down enough to avoid a panic attack.
*sigh* I really, really hope I don’t ever experience another run in with a spider. Especially of the black widow or brown recluse variety. We WILL be looking into some type of barrier to protect our home from these pests.