Tim is unquestionably and without doubt the best spider squisher in the whole wide world!
We were already in bed the other night at the motel when out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement of some sort. I instinctively turned to see what it was and saw the BIGGEST, SCARIEST SPIDER I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE! It was a big fat brown huge spider scurrying across the floor. It was also probably the fastest spider I have ever seen. I shuddered all over and screamed for Tim to get up and kill it. He just laid there and said, "Well, Debbie, just step on it." I totally freaked out...I mean...this thing was huge. And now it was stopped right beside the bed, staring at me! Yes, I totally freaked! I begged him to get up and squish this spider, that I was afraid if I stepped on it that it would throw me across the room it was so big!
Being the good husband that he is, he got up to survey the situation. Upon seeing the spider, he loudly and with great surprise exclaimed, "HOLY COW!!!! That thing is HUGE!" He approached the spider to expedite its demise and it started running. Tim chased it across the room, around the jacuzzi and behind the fridge and then couldn't see it. He was going to leave it there...you know how guys are - 'out of sight, out of mind.' H-O-W-E-V-E-R, I can tell you that was NOT an acceptable end to this situation. I insisted that he pull the fridge out, find the creepy, crawly evil one and complete the task of obliterating it. When he pulled the fridge out, the spider darted out again. This time, he darted in the wrong direction. He came in direct contact with the bottom of Tim's shoe. He actually made a noise when he was squished. Ewwwww
Tim assured me over and over that the spider was dead. The spider that Tim described as looking like a "grand-daddy longlegs on steroids" was now thoroughly squished and in pieces. He went back to bed and shortly thereafter fell asleep. He had been the knight in shining armor, the rescue to this damsel in distress. He had taken out the enemy. He had saved the day...or rather, the night! Now, if he could only have controlled my dreams. The hateful thing invaded my dreams all night. Boy was I glad to see the morning sun!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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