Being married has really brought out the wimp in me. I really can't stand spiders anymore--I won't even kill them. It's just become Andrew's job to get rid of them.
I was exhausted when I finally got Rachel down for her nap yesterday. She didn't take a nap until after 4:00 in the afternoon and since she had gotten up for the day at 7:00 AM and woke up in the middle of the night to scream for a while, I was well ready for a nap by then.
So I went to go lie down in our bed. I took off my glasses and climbed into bed. My eyes saw a blurry something move on the wall. I squinted to try to bring the blob into focus, but I still couldn't see what it was so I grabbed my glasses and put them back on again.
A big, ugly spider was right above my head. I jumped out of bed and ran to the hall closet to get the fly swatter.
I went back into the bedroom and got all ready to kill it, but then I thought that if I missed it would probably fall onto our bed, and that would be gross.
So I grabbed a tissue and got ready to squish it, but then I thought about that horrible squishing feeling and the popping sound that it makes and I just couldnt' do it.
I napped on the couch in the living room instead.
When Andrew got home I told him about the spider.
"And you just left him in our room?" he asked.
"So he's still in there, alive?" he asked.
I nodded, "Will you get it?"
"I don't know where it is," he said, "Had you killed it when you saw it, it would be gone."
"I know...but will you at least check to see if he's in our bed? Pleeeease?"
He walked into the room with a tissue. He's not afraid of the squishing feeling and the pooping sound.
"Here, spider, spider, spider, spider. Here, spider, spider, spider, spider," he coaxed, "There you are!"
He came back with the remains of the spider.
"Not in the bed, but on the wall." Andrew said. That silly spider just crawled right into sight.
That's my husband, the brave spider whisperer!