Friday

I've been sick again, with a cold, but I also couldn't get pictures to post today, probably something with the Blogger website.  So, hopefully it will work for Monday's post.

Last night while Lia was napping, I wanted to get some weeding done.  While I was out in the flower bed by the driveway..........yes, the same place the snake fell on my foot a couple of years ago........I saw something scurry out of the corner of my eye.  I don't like to see scurrying.  No, ma'am, I don't, not in the flower bed, not when I pretend that it was just a piece of mulch I probably bumped.  Thank Goodness I wear gloves. 

So anyway...................
It: Scurry, scurry, scurry
Me (to myself): "what was that?"
Me: Peers around mulch, pokes mulch with finger.
It: Scurry, scurry, scurry
Me: sucks in my breath, squints at mulch, looks around flowers, pokes mulch around again with finger

and then I see it.  and I'm telling you Greg would have dropped. over. dead. 

It was a big spider, now most spiders don't really bother me, but this one was too big..........and I think it had eggs, but I'm not sure, and I don't really want to think about it.  So, it was brownish, hairless and about a good inch and a half from leg to leg, length-wise.  It's abdomen was about a half inch.......and it was fast.  Yes, I know I was outside and in "its territory", and should have left it alone, but with all of the critter problems we've had in the house already, I didn't want it to go inside and eat Lia for breakfast, so I looked for something to kill it with. 

My options were:

A: Shoo it away with a stick........a big, long stick
B: Pop it with my shoe (shudders at the thought of it popping and being on my shoe)
C: Use the Arachnoid training I got from Greg, and spray it to death with Raid

I ran for the garage where I had a can of Raid.  I came back, and had to find it again since it blended so stealthily with the mulch, then I spraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayed the heck out of it, but it still kept moving.  I needed to knock it out or something, so I took a stick and flung it onto the driveway, stood back a safe distance, put my feet shoulder width apart, bent my knees slightly and "tsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss   ttssssssssssssss  tssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss tss tss ts", drowned it.  I'm pretty sure the Raid itself didn't kill it, it just drowned in the amount of Raid I used.  As it laid dead on the driveway with it's legs curled up, so it was no longer picture-worthy, I felt slightly bad.  It looked so small in the huge puddle of Raid, I thought about how Greg would have screamed like a girl and run, and I thought about my first born child not having to be spider bitten while nestled in her bed full of blankies and stuffed animals, and I felt pretty ok.