Not such an independant woman!

I had a bad spider incident last week. It was HORRIBLE. I’m ok around daddy long legs and baby spiders, we get a log of the DLL’s and I cope with them, they don’t seem as scarey. So if they are not in my way (I had one in the shower this morning he didn’t survive!) then I let them live. Anyway, I was in bed last Thursday night, mum was down the island, I’d been at work til 9 so got home made an easy dinner and ate it in bed watching Oprah and Seventh Heaven that I taped that day. Was just starting to relax knowing there was only 15mins left of Oprah before I could fall asleep when all of a sudden a spider – huntsman about 6cm across (incl legs) – crawled out from behind my curtains. It was headed for the vent and who knows what else in the corner above my tall boy (where my clothes are). So I closed the drawers – tight. Then got the spray (v. quickly incase it disappeared) and sprayed until I was about to have an asthma attack. I waited but it started running again, so I sprayed again this happened a few times before it got behind the top of my curtain again and all I could see was the end of it’s legs over the top, it ventured over my side and I sprayed, I swear it was completely covered in spray – it was a weird grey colour. Anyway, silly thing went back behind the curtains and I could no longer see it. I shook the curtains and tried pulling them open a bit but couldn’t see it – I wasn’t willing to venture too far into the curtains – didn’t want to risk it falling on me. Anyway, I decided I couldn’t stay in my room until I knew it was gone/dead. So I picked up my pillow and ventured into mum’s room and slept in her bed – looking at every wall between our rooms – just incase there was another. I slept ok and the next night (mum was home this time) I checked for it again and I found it’s carcass. I felt kinda bad for it. But I can’t handle them… So from this experience I’ve decided that I need a man, or at least someone with enough balls to kill them or get rid of them for me. I’m happy for them not to be killed and to be just put outside but I ain’t gonna risk it! I can’t even bring myself to squash them! So I’m not as independent as I think I am.

The worst bit is I actually have one of those devices in my room that is meant to give a high pitched noise or something that scares them away… waste of money that was!

When I told mum she was impressed – she felt needed! **smiley**

Anyway, this was a horrible experience and I feel nauseous repeating it so I’m going to shut up!