October 21st, 2013
|06:16 am - The wild kingdom in my bath|
Day before yesterday I was menaced after my shower by a giant spider. I screamed, ran, came back, stared at it balefully, went and collected a water glass, trapped it (barely) and hyperventilated. Then got some cardstock and took it outside.
It was too big for me to kill; I don't normally like to kill spiders anyway but the fear thing is atavistic and gets to me. This one was big enough that I was afraid to maim it, and more afraid of the noise I thought killing it would make.
Yes, we took pictures to document. I will put a cut because it is a photo that would startle me unpleasantly. I still don't enjoy looking at it. YMMV.
The text on the paper under the glass is 14 point or so, for comparison.
It was big enough I was pretty proud of myself afterward. I have a strong intellectual appreciation for spiders, but really prefer them to stay outside.
|Date:||October 21st, 2013 02:49 pm (UTC)|| |
I salute your courage and shudder in sympathy.
Nice work! I'm an admirer of spiders, preferably outside, and their weaving skills. I heartedly approve!
I have a strong intellectual appreciation for spiders, but really prefer them to stay outside.
Yes, this. Much as I know they do a good job keeping the insect population down (and some, like the daddy long-legs
, keep other types of spiders down), I'd prefer them to do it out of my sight - they can have the garden and under the house, leave indoors to the humans and cats.
Oh my goodness! Very brave!