Thursday, August 6, 2009

There's no easy way to say this...

Husband killed a spider the size of a tarantula in our basement today.

I don't really feel like I need to add anything to that statement for emphasis except to say that I am absolutely not exaggerating and I'm thisclose to grabbing a clean set of underwear, my copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting, and my Tums and moving the heck out.

With my spider killing husband, of course. And Lupe. Does this look like a creature that can fend for herself?
At least when the Medical Examiner comes to retreive my spider-bite-ridden corpse from my home, he/she will have a pretty, un-pink bathroom to gaze upon. Pictures coming soon.

1 comment:

Tommy + Monica said...

Nasty! I feel your pain! A couple weeks ago right after we moved in to our new house we found one of those tarantula sized spiders in our garage! We sprayed some bug killing stuff around our house, inside & out and I haven't seen any since! I was the one that found the spider and it was crawling towards my face on a box that I was holding! I think I had a bit of a heat attack! I threw that box so far and ran inside screaming! SO GROSS!