Last night I was getting a drink of water from the kitchen before heading to bed when I heard the strangest combination of noises come from my wife. I quickly returned to the source of the noise where I now found my wife wiggling and squirming around in circles while holding herself very tightly with the most disgusted face I've ever seen her give. Due to the fact that the bathroom light was on and she was in the bed room about as far away from the bathroom as you could get I concluded what ever was wrong with this situation must be in the bathroom... I am not a big fan of bugs, insects, spiders, or slimy things so I entered with some hesitation. Also knowing if I didn't go in there and figure out what's going on that my only alternative at the moment would be a long complicated game of charades as my wife tried to regain her utterly wigged out composure. Venturing in I looked around the sink, the shower, around the toilet, not finding anything out of the ordinary. My wife then managed to utter something that brought my attention to the toilet paper roll. Sitting just below the roll, out of site until your sitting on the throne, was a large furry spider. It wasn't quite taranchula size but it was stinking huge either way. The fact that it was also INSIDE our apartment made us very uneasy. I was surprised when Megan yelled out "Wait! Take a picture!" my first instinct was just kill the thing before it crawls into bed with us. You'll have to thank her as her intentions were purely so I'd have pictorial proof of our intruder. I snapped a few shots of this guy before effectively smashing him into many little pieces. I know it would have been more humane to capture him and release him out side but frankly if he got in once I sure as hell didn't want him coming in again. For the record when you smash a spider and all eight legs go flying in eight separate directions, the legs continue to wiggle for a while... eeewwwww. I thought only chickens did that. Anyhow my large trusty bottle of Head and Shoulders did the trick.
The spider was about two inches around the way it is standing in the below photo. Big enough to know we wanted nothing to do with him.
Considering the unpleasantness of our visitor Megan was MUCH less hysterical then I would have expected. Picture yourself sitting on the toilet to do your thing when you suddenly spot this guy staring back at you, and the only way you can get away from him is to run past him. Yeah she wigged out a bit but I don't blame her. Her first comment (once she was able to regain speaking ability) was "I'd take a cockroach over that ANY DAY!". She had quite a large fear of cockroaches being in our apartment before we arrived. After disposing of our intruder I performed the proper husbandry duties of pulling apart the entire bed, looking under the bed, under the pillows, under and between every sheet, and under everything else within 20 feet of the bathroom to ensure we had no other uninvited guests. Needless to say we both took a bit of NyQuil to sleep last night.
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