March 29, 2009
I do not like spiders. I can’t really say that it’s a phobia, because I don’t completely freak out or panic or lose control. I just really really hate them. They are gross and have 8 legs and move really fast and just EEEEWWWW.
If I absolutely have to, I will kill spiders myself if I find one in the house. But if Dan’s home, and the spider is bigger than say, a kernel of corn, it’s his job. As much as I can’t stand the little things, I also hate the crunching sound they make when you smush them. *shudder* Plus, WHAT IF IT JUMPS ON MY ARM BEFORE I CAN SMASH IT, OMG!!!!!???!
This morning, I sat down at my writing desk in the living room to check my email. And there on the wall next to my bulletin board was A SPIDER. Not a huge one- maybe dime-sized- but it was moving quick and it was a light brown and it had 8 legs and therefore had to die. I called for Dan, and being my Hero Husband Who Is The Killer Of All Things Arachnid, he did his job.
Then he ruined it by making another horrible, terrible pun. He said:
“Maybe he just wanted to get into the web business.”