I've blogged about my arachnophobia before, but just in case it's not clear: I am fucking terrified of spiders. Like, even ones that are a millimeter in diameter. I recognize that this is a totally irrational fear, but I can't logic it away, so please spare me. Consider this an evolutionary adaptation.
So yeah. Finding two daddy long legs (which, I know, are not spiders, but are spider-y enough) was unnerving. Finding some decent sized spiders guarding my mail box was flail inducing, especially since I see them hanging out in bushes everywhere. But this?
This is unacceptable.
I am not going to show or even link to a photo of these horrible things, not because I don't want to scare you, but because I am too terrified to even look at them on my computer screen. I turned around, ready to go to bed, and there's this enormous spider on my wall. It was brown, hairy, and each leg was thick and almost two inches long (not a wolf spider though - unfortunately I have seen those in person). The only reason I was brave enough to squish it was because the idea of waking up and it not being there was even more terrifying. Someone should have been videotaping me as I ran around flailing, silently screaming, and eventually settling on squishing it with a mop because I couldn't get any closer.
Hilarious for you. Not hilarious for me.
One of the more unnerving parts was how it died. I expected my wall to be covered in exploded spider guts. Instead, it sort of just crumpled into a little ball and fell off. The worst part? I found an identical looking dead crumpled spider yesterday, which means my landlord probably squished one of these before I came. Which means multiple giant house spiders within a short period of time.
If I had vodka, I'd be doing shots right now to calm my nerves. I feel like stuff is crawling all over me, and I was verging on a panic attack until I decided to blog my neurosis. Seriously, I am not going to be able to sleep tonight. I'm on an air mattress that's about 3 inches off the ground. At least with a bed I can pretend I'm safe.
Please don't point out how I'm not :(
Friend: They like cold, dry places like basements, not inside the house.I've NEVER seen one in my bed, EVER. If they're EVER in the house, they like corners of rooms and bathroom tubs because they like really really cold, dry, dark spaces. I'm being as honest as I can here. I'm so sorry this sucks for you. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?
Me: I LIVE IN A BASEMENT
Friend: ...uh. Sorry.
Same Friend: My friend just told me that flea bombs work for spiders. And he says keeping a spotless place is the best defense
Me: Fuccccccckkkkkkk. I am a slob
Friend: Oh, hon.
Me: I will fucking clean if it means no giant ass spiders.
Friend: Yes! Good can come of this!