Exterminator

I don't like snakes. Most people know this. It's my one weakness. I do well at maintaining in most panic situations - unless the slither are involved. Tonight, however - I proved this to be incorrect when I screamed like a 7 year old school yard girl that was being chased by the boys so they could throw a frog on her.


Let me give you a short back story. About 2 weeks ago I was home, alone, and someone knocks on the door. A door to door sales man tries to sell me a exterminator package. Feeling bad for the little guy I agree. Then later call and cancel when Rick says no no no!

Fast forward to tonight. I am walking into my bedroom to get something and as I turn on the light, I see something scurry into the hall. I don't freak out right at first, I figure its a frog, or maybe a cricket - which I will catch and nicely put outside. I look closer as it tries to wedge itself under the dog gate. It's at this point that the 7 year old school yard girl kicks and I start screaming and jumping up and down. Poor Rick! He freaks out and runs into the hall where I am jumping, screaming AND pointing at this THING - that is neither a frog or a cricket.

Grabbing a close by shoe he smushs it. And we investigate what turns out to be a HUGE SPIDER. I MEAN HUGE! I am not talking dime size. Or even quarter size. This little beast was at LEAST the size of a silver dollar. GROSS.

Tomorrow - Rick is calling the exterminator back - bye bye monster spiders!