So, I went to the kitchen last night for a glass of water - around 11pm. This black mass on the wall caught my attention. I grew up in Africa and I'm not really scared of spiders - it just feels a little creepy you know.
So there it was - a big hairy scary looking taruntula as big as my hand. I grabbed the bug spray, stood about 8 feet away and tried to get it. It got a little disoriented and fell on the kitchen cabinet, where I quickly put a champagne glass over it. One of those wide ones.
It's still there, under the champagne glass. Do I take a gun and shoot it? A fly swatter seems puny in comparison with this fleshy thing. My shoe, no, that will mean that I need to get close to it for a second time.
Seriously, what do I do? The rest of the household promptly abandoned the kitchen and went out for breakfast. The prevailing wisdom in our house is: "You caught it, you deal with it."
So there it was - a big hairy scary looking taruntula as big as my hand. I grabbed the bug spray, stood about 8 feet away and tried to get it. It got a little disoriented and fell on the kitchen cabinet, where I quickly put a champagne glass over it. One of those wide ones.
It's still there, under the champagne glass. Do I take a gun and shoot it? A fly swatter seems puny in comparison with this fleshy thing. My shoe, no, that will mean that I need to get close to it for a second time.
Seriously, what do I do? The rest of the household promptly abandoned the kitchen and went out for breakfast. The prevailing wisdom in our house is: "You caught it, you deal with it."