Spiders, Raid and Napkins

The other day, right before I was to leave to go pick up Jett from school I noticed 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...that's right 5 spiders in my dining room! If you know me well at all...you know that I have arachnophobia. I hate, hate spiders. They totally freak me out, cause the hairs on my arms to rise, breakout in sweat and chills.

I had to leave the house to get Jettson, but the whole time all I could think about was "Oh, dear Lord, please do not let those spiders move!" I called Chris and begged him to come home and kill them...but he was hours away from home. When I got home the first thing I did was go into the dining room to make sure they were all still there 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...whew! They were right where I left them. If they had moved I would not have been able to sleep knowing that there were 5 spiders floating around the house. I would have obsessed over it.

I got the boys settled and went over to the neighbors house (there is a house full 20 something year old guys whom have helped me in the past when Chris has been out of town they gave caught a hummingbird for me, watched the boys and scared away other unwanted nuisances) to get one of them to come and kill the spiders for me. To my great dismay no one was home.

I came back home and told Jettson that he and I were going to have to get rid of the spiders ourselves. I was shaking. I knew that I could not actually, catch and kill them the thought of it sent chills up my spine. Instead, I opted for a can of Raid. I sprayed the first one. It kicked, crawled and eventually fell to its death. I was visabily shaken. Jettson asked me if I was okay...I told him I was...it was clear that I wasn't. He cleared up the aftermath with a napkin and threw the spider in the trash. We still had 4 more to go. Two and three were as big as the first one. The first three were laying eggs! Oh, man can I tell you I was on the verge of throwing up. One of them released a sack too early which made it start dying...okay...do not think "Charlotte's Web." It was was more like "Terror in the Amazon." I don't think that is the name of a book or movie title, but it sounds good for the story.

When we completed our killing spree. I had to take a shower I felt like I has spiders crawling on me. Jettson asked me "Mom, do we need to take you the hospital?" "Mom, just calm down it's gonna be okay, mom." I told him that I was okay and that I would get "better" soon. After my shower he and I sat down on the couch. He could tell that I was still shaken by our little killing adventure. He patted my arm and said "It's gonna be alright mom, just stay calm."

At which point, I saw visions of a grown man, who I know I will be calling in the future to come and kill spiders for his poor, freaked out mother. I smiled at Jettson...and said "I am calm now."