I just about had a heart attack tonight. No joke. I had just finished washing my face, when I looked up to see a heart-stoppingly large spider staring me down. I have no idea what kind of spider he was, but he was big, hairy, and incredibly mean-looking. So, I did what any sensible person would do – shrieked and ran into the next room.
Don’t laugh – I know what you’re thinking. I know I should be more accustomed to spiders by now. I understand that these freaky, eight-legged arachnids are simply another part of Aussie life and I should learn accept it. Believe me, I’ve tried. And I feel like I’ve come a long way. I’ve actually stopped visibly cringing whenever I see the big ones outdoors. But this is an entirely different story. I don’t take kindly to creepy-crawly predators lurking on my bathroom walls.
Situations like this are when living alone is particularly loathsome. I have no one but myself to turn to. I can’t play the girl card and beg Mouse to kill the spider for me. I’m stuck. So, I called one of my Aussie friends to ask for advice. She recommended the two-prong attack – bug spray and a heavy-duty shoe. So there I was, doing my best to sneak up on the spider with a can of Raid in one hand and my work clog in the other. If I hadn’t been so scared, I would have had to laugh at myself. It was too funny! I am happy to report, though, that my plan of attack worked. The menacing monster is no more. Score one for the arachnophobe! (Of course, now I’m just paranoid that his angry brother is going to sneak up on me in the middle of the night to exact his revenge. Eeek!)
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