This one is for Emmy. . .
So, we all know that I am pretty much terrified of spiders. Quite irrationally. So when I saw that I had inspired a bug carnival (really for lack of a better term) I decided to share with you yet ANOTHER spider story. As if you hadn't heard enough already.
About 3 or 4 days after moving into our current home I was in the basement, in our bedroom. Though I don't love the idea of having my bedroom in the basement, specifically because of spiders, it was really the most logical arrangement.
I had to put something away and when I turned on the light I saw the biggest spider I have ever seen outside of a cage at the zoo. In my bedroom. Thankfully, it was on the floor. So logically, the only place for me to be was on the bed. Engaging in a staring contest.
As I stood on my bed I considered my options. Well, option. I would just have to yell loud enough that my husband could hear me because there was just no way I was letting that thing out of my sight until it was dead. Really, and truly dead. So I yelled.
"John, I need you!"
We have been married long enough that he knows that tone. And as he came down the stairs he replied,
"Come on, it can't be that big."
Upon entering the room and seeing the spider, he changed his mind:
"It really is that big. . ."
And he became my hero all over again.