Holy mother of God
We just had the biggest spider ever in our apartment. And the hubby wasn’t home. I ended up sucking it up in the vacuum because there was no way I was hopping up on a chair and taking the chance that it might fall on me if I whacked at the ceiling and missed. Have I mentioned that I am terrified of spiders. Because I am. Ever since I watched "Arachnaphobia" then found a spider in the shower with me. I. Hate. Spiders. And it’s that time of the year where they are going to be coming out of the woodwoork. Normally, we spray around all the doors and windows with some spray the hubby got from Home Deot, and it works pretty well. Now that we have the cat, we can’t really do that any more. Well, we could, but it would probably kill the cat. And as much as that cate drives me up the wall, I don’t want to purposely kill him. Thank goodness he didn’t notice the spider. He would have gone nuts. And Sebastian and I had the whole freaking out thing well taken care of, thank you very much. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have some nasty nightmares about big black spiders tonight. Yuck.
