Yes, this story is about a spider encounter, most probably of the wolf spider variety. Read on below!

Lola and I were bathing tonight--I always sit behind her--and our nice large bath was about half full. All of a sudden, I see with horror among the floating toys, right next to my daughter's bare thigh, a spider, small and lethal looking, much like the one above, but darker (probably because fully wet), SKITTERING with all its strength, as if it had just fallen in. I immediately cupped the water around it with both hands and threw it with all my strength out of the bath to my right (on the left was the tile wall). I looked for its fall frantically, keeping all of my body away from Lola. A moment later a felt a rapid movement on my left hand (held out of the tub to the right), and instantly flicked my hand strongly down and away to direct the creature toward the floor. Still no sign of it. I looked around all the floor, at the base of the toilet, all the while keeping an eagle eye around Lola. For no reason, she started singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider at this point, even though I asked her if she had seen a spider and she said no. Finally, satisfied it wasn't near her (and therefore must be on the floor or in the yet-ungrouted crack between tub and floor), I got out of the tub and called Josh. As I turned back, Lola said, "There's a spider," and there it was, on the small towel I had put on the floor while the bathmat went through the wash, right in the center and motionless, but vital. I folded over the towel and killed it with absolutely no remorse or guilt. I realize that I should feel it, but I am still covered in goosebumps fifteen minutes later. If the goosebumps don't go away overnight, I'll have to acknowledge that it GOT me while it was on my hand. That's the kind of reaction I have to wolf spider bites. However, I'm optimistic that what I'm feeling is only extreme loathing. Next up, a request that my husband grout the tub crack--although it could just as easily have come from the spout.--K
1 comment:
I would feel absolutely no guilt whatsoever of killing any creepy crawling critter in my home. My theory is they are a protected class outdoors but the minute they enter my home the game is ON...smush!
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