We've been toying with the idea of bi-monthly pest control. We're not toying anymore. While cropping the photo made Scarlett Johansson look larger than it might have in real life, believe me when I tell you that it was a monster. Thank goodness it was trapped between the screen door and the sliding door. I slammed the screen door multiple times, but there was just enough room that it wasn't doing an mortal damage. So I upped the ante. I scooted Teagan and the kids I was babysitting (yes, I was babysitting - I was SO freaked out!) away from what was about to become a murder scene. I shook the screen with all my might, forcing Ms. Widow into the runner and frantically stabbing at it with the toe of a flip flop and delivering the final decapitating blow with the business end of a fly swatter. Not the tidiest way, I'll admit (I left the carcass and most of her guts there to warn her friends...and because I'm too traumatized to clean it up) but I just wanted it dead. No need for another "is it or isn't" disaster like the bathroom.
We were scheduled to get the house sprayed today and of course Mother Nature decides to have it downpour instead. In the meantime our fingers are crossed for...
♫ Down came the rain and washed the spider out. ♫
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Ew! Ew ew ew! Nothing makes me feel quite so much like a barbarian as viciously killing a big spider, but when you're protecting hearth and home, I think weapon or means is justified. I'm proud of you.
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