I do NOT like spiders. I hate them. They freak me out. The little ones I can handle, but those big, hairy ones that lurk in my house are FAST and they jump - I about die when they come around and everyone in my house knows it. At our other house, we had wolf spiders. I never got used to it, but they usually stayed outside in the woods, so we kind of had an agreement. They stayed outside and I stayed inside. When we moved to Kansas, I think we only saw two spiders the entire time we lived there. I didn't even see one of them because MG hit it with a baseball bat as it came swooping down from the garage door. It was large enough that he said it totally wigged him out and it made a big thud as he hit it with the bat. The other one was dealt with promptly and apparently word spread amongst the spider community about what happens to spiders at Chez Jo and there were no more spiders appearances.
When we moved here, being that this is a five year old subdivision built in what is probably an old farm field, the spiders have not been eliminated. Our first year here, it was not unusual for me to kill two spiders at once - the big, hairy, jumping kind. Over time, we must have gotten rid of their families because we don't see them too often any more. The exterminator service may help that little problem, too.
CJ's soccer team was called the Spiders. Don't ask me why, that's just the name that sounded good to 4 and 5 year old boy and girl soccer players. Maybe it was because their team was black with orange socks. I think they should have been called the Jack-O-Lanterns, but no one asked me. Maybe that was saved for the team with the orange shirts.
Anyway, CJ's coach gave these out at the end of the season:
I have no clue what that woman was thinking. This thing causes me to pass out every time I see it when I go to the basement. I beebop down the steps, through the door into the basement, hang a left and BAM, there is this damn spider. My brain immediately says “Dammit, there’s that damn FAKE spider!” Yes, I know it’s fake. But by time my brainwaves have hit my “fight or flight” response, I have already jumped about ten feet and I am on my way into coronary arrest. If you saw “Modern Family” last week, you know what I am talking about. Gloria did the same thing with “Barkley, the Dog Butler.” Go to minute 1:58 of the link and watch until about minute 2:50. That was me, except Gloria had the guts to pick up the dog and move it. Well, don’t laugh, but I can’t really bring myself to even pick up the spider and throw it in the trash!
And on the note of Modern Family, if you are not currently watching it, you should be. I think it’s definitely the best new sitcom on television!
PS – You know how I say Ace goes everywhere with me. Well, look at one of the other pictures I took. He followed me to the basement and just had to check out what I was doing. I don’t understand why he doesn’t pounce on that thing and take it out. Aren’t cats supposed to like little critters?