Well yes let’s face it, you don’t have to live in the country to have huntsman spiders. You don’t even have to have spiders to be afraid – I’m probably going to have nightmares tonight just from writing this.
But there certainly are spiders in the country. Recently, a friend wrote about her experience running into a spiders web coming in a door. I’m with her – I just don’t DO spiders. I have a few in the laundry atm. I have despatched the one that was making the web in the doorway, but didn’t look up high enough to see the big web on the side of the linen cupboard. I was planning to spray it when the kids weren’t looking. I find it hard to believe that I could have given birth to three children who prefer to catch spiders and relocate them, rather than just despatch them. There is such a huge risk of the beggars getting out and running up your arm while you are doing it – it sends chills up my spine just thinking about it. Those manky kids told me there was a HUUUUUUUUGE huntsman in the linen cupboard mum! They were hysterical telling me – hysterical with laughter! So I just folded the towels and put them on the dining room table.
Someone told me not long ago that I really do live in the wrong country if I’m afraid of spiders! They are right. In my next life I’m going to specify which countries I am willing to be born into, and those that I’m not willing to be born into.
A miracle happened on friday while I was at work – well it started then. The boys started cleaning up! OMG! Did you read that correctly? Yep, it’s true! I came home to find the dining room table…yes, you could actually see it for a change! It’s amazing how nice it looks on the occasions that it is on view. So where are the towels? In the linen cupboard – noooooooooo! I have to spray in there!
No, mum; I don’t know why you want to kill everything mum; there’s something wrong with you mum; why are you so violent mum?
I can’t live with spiders that’s all – I’m not really a violent person (well not after the pre-school morning rush anyway).
You can’t kill the huntsman mum – he’s eating all the white tips in there.
OMG – so now I’m afraid of the huntsman – and I’m afraid to kill him/her (and if its her, eventually them). I don’t know what I did to those children to make them so mean to me. Surely I’d remember doing something that bad? Something that scarred them for life – so that they wanted to horrible to me!