i hate em, i hate em, i hate em

Spider haven. I swear this house was made for spiders. At least they tend to stay outside.

Ok, let me explain. I have a phobia. I am terribly afraid of little spiders (and big spiders and medium spiders). I used to have a recurring nightmare about spiders. I can still see the ending of the dream.

Now, I know I am bigger than they are. I know that most of them cannot hurt me in the least. It doesn't matter. If a spider gets on me unexpectedly, let's just say-it gives the old heart a good work out. eeewwwwwwwww.

We are moving soon, so I thought I would start cleaning up the house-inside and out. We have an semi enclosed area near the kitchen door. It never gets rain or water in there (unless the roof leaks). So, I decided I needed to hose it down. You know, get rid of the grime that sweeping was leaving behind. Plus wash down some old cob webs. Hey, I will water the hanging plant while I am out there. I was out for a long time.

Then . . .

I looked down and on top of my hand was a
BIG
BLACK
SPIDER
that looked a hell of a lot like the spider in my nightmares.

Let's just say I screamed, dropped the hose and said something like: Yuck yuck yuck I hate spiders (which if you think about it is pretty good considering what I was really thinking).

Manchild #1 came to the door and asked if I was ok (Hmmmm, I must have screamed a bit louder than I thought).

"Fine, fine" as I pushed my way into the house. Every hair on my body was on end. I went straight to MainMan and whined that there might be a spider on me (cause I had NO idea where it went when I freaked out and knocked it off . . . somewhere). He looked me over, gave me a long hug and patted me on my head (ok, he didn't do the last thing, but I am sure he wanted to).

I stood there for a minute, then decided to take a long hot shower. No self respecting spider would stay on me that way.

And I have decided that if we OWNED this house, we would sell it. No kidding.