We've all established the fact that I do not care for spiders, yes??
So imagine my horror when, late Saturday evening, I heard a scuttling noise and spied a kitty crouched and ready to pounce. Before she could make her move, I darted over to investigate.
Sure thing. A spider. A really, really big spider.
Undaunted, I did what any rational adult would:
I trapped the sucker under a glass, propped a flashlight on top so I could SEE that he wasn't going anywhere, took a picture, and then sent Ryan an urgent text message.
He was laughing when he came through the door a few minutes later, but even he cringed at the loud 'pop!' we heard when he squished the beast.
Any bigger, and we might have put a leash on him and named him Jimmy.