Prince Caspian and I do not particularly care for spiders. He's not one of those cats who will hunt them (he will hunt other bugs, just not spiders), and I am not one of those women who appreciates the finer qualities of spiders. I will squash or transplant them if I have the necessary equipment, but I don't really like to.
Seth and I both had a very long day yesterday, so when my alarm went off first this morning, I quietly slid out of bed so as not to wake him up. A few minutes later I sat down at my computer to do some work and PC plopped down on the floor next to my feet. We were both very tired and sort of bleary-eyed, when what before our eyes did appear? Not a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer, but a huge spider.
Ick.
I was barefoot. Caspian was bare-pawed. Seth would be mad if I threw my laptop at the wall to kill the spider. The spider was quickly moving across the wall and I had no weapon in sight. Wide awake, I told Caspian to keep an eye on the spider and then hustled back to our bedroom and opened the door. Seth did not stir. Poor man. I felt a little guilty.
"Baby," I tentatively whispered. Still nothing. I tried a little louder this time. "Baby!"
"Yes, baby?" he murmured.
My sad tale of woe came out in one sentence: "I was at my computer and there's a really big spider on the wall and it's going to come and get me and Caspian and can you come out and get it?" As I said this, I hopped from one foot to the other as if the spider had followed me from the other room. You think I kid. It's happened before.
My man is my superhero. He rolled out of bed, put on his glasses, grabbed a tissue, and came out. "Where is it?" I pointed it out. He didn't make fun of it's size and say that it wasn't big. He didn't lecture me on waking him up. He swooped in and got the spider and said, "Got it! No spider comes after my baby."
Are you a spider friend or a spider foe?
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This exact story - minus the cat - happens to be frequently. My husband is so kind and loving and doesn't make fun - he just kills it. However, one morning I was in the kitchen barefoot. I stepped back to grab something from the table and one of those AWFUL thousand legger demons crawled INBETWEEN my TOES!!! I screamed bloody murder and with tears streaming down my face I realize my reaction may alarm my sound-asleep husband. In the middle of screaming I try to get out that I'm okay but he comes running downstairs ready to slay what has to be an intruder with a knife or gun based on my reaction. I tell him I'm very sorry but it was so extremely gross. He still loves me so. Good men we have, Kirsten.
ReplyDelete"Caspian was bare-pawed.." - love this line! :)
ReplyDeleteI am moderately terrified of spiders, too, so I can completely relate to this. I'm not terrified by the foxes, raccoons, garter snakes and assorted other creepy crawlies around here, but the spiders just freak me out.
Hahaha, oh good, I'm so glad that I'm not the only one! :) We do have us some good men, ladies. :)
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