Stephanie Pearce: A real spider scare
March 17, 2014
Have you ever noticed it’s usually the small things that get the biggest reactions out of us? For instance, paper cuts sting like crazy. Mice make some of the biggest people jump on a chair in fright. Then there’s spiders.
I hate spiders. I hate that they are silent and bite. I hate that they look evil and I hate most of all that they are so tiny yet make me feel so defenseless.
A few months ago, I woke in the middle of the night and ended up in our bathroom. I left the light off when I was in there because I despise the bright light. It was really quiet in the middle of the night except for a shuffling noise I heard on the bathroom counter.
I thought at that moment that there must be a mouse. I instantly became angry because we have cats that are supposed to take care of that. I turned the light on to see if I could spot the little demon.
I walked toward the counter and the rustling noise. My daughter’s makeup bottles and bag were where I heard the noise, so I looked closer in that direction. A bottle of her makeup fell over, so I put my face closer to that area. Big mistake!
From out of the makeup bag, I saw these giant legs and then this huge round body coming right toward me. This black widow was as big as a quarter and seemed to have no fear.
I was thinking of a way to kill it. I didn’t think I should run to my room to get a slipper to kill it because I was afraid I would lose it, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So, I grabbed a giant bottle of hairspray. I sprayed the spider until she curled up in a ball. I sprayed her some more just to be sure she was dead. By this time, she had rolled into the sink basin. I didn’t want to touch her, so I thought I would wash her down the drain.
I turned the water on, and as soon as it touched her, she came alive. Her legs stretched out one by one in the eeriest way. She came at me fast. Right toward me. Like she was going to kill me. I screamed loud.
I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, a large-barrel curling iron. As I hit her, I thought I felt something crawling up my leg. Another spider, maybe? I screamed with the curling iron in one hand beating the spider and trying to bat the other thing crawling up my leg away with the other. It ended up being the cord to the curling iron, and I felt like an idiot.
I didn’t scream that much when the mountain lion was outside my daughter’s window. Isn’t it crazy how the littlest things can get the biggest reactions from a person?