So...my 13 year old niece is deathly afraid of spiders. I am not a fan either but if they are not of mammoth proportions, I have no fear of ending their lives by a quick squish from my shoe or a tissue.
So...last night we saw a spider that was on my mom's window sill...outside. Which I know that as I tell you this story that you will not be too happy with me because Mr. Spider was just minding his own business. But he was a mondo huge spider. Gave me a bit of a chill I will admit. Onto the story...
So...I found the spider spray and Kiley and I went outside to spray this spider's life out of him. Mean, I know.
I sprayed him. He cowered. I thought I had really done the job. But when I stopped spraying...he kept crawling along. So I sprayed him again. Cower. And then he moved along again. What is he? Mighty Spider? So again I sprayed him. Cower. And then finally he got into a crack in the ground.
I assured Kiley that he has gone into a dark corner to die.
We went into the house. Hoping that the spray had done the job.
Maybe 3 seconds later, the doorbell rang. I yelled at Kiley,"Hey, Kiley, the spider is at the door for you." (Now that was funny!!! Though I do have to say that kind of unnerved me that the doorbell rang just after the spraying fest on Mighty Spider.) By the way- it was the pizza delivery guy for my sis in law.