A few days ago, my “Bug Man” came for a routine, maintenance, visit.
My house borders a wilderness area so I never have a shortage of critters.
Bug Man discovered lots and lots of brown widow spiders in my yard.
Brown widow spiders are dangerous just like black widows (which we also get here).
Apparently brown widow spiders are taking over Southern California in record numbers.
I *hate* spiders.
I’ve had a spider phobia my entire life.
When I was a child, my mom read me Charlotte’s Web in an attempt to rid me of my spider fear.
(Nice story E.B. White, but it didn’t work.)
Spiders have too many legs and creep me out.
I try telling myself spiders are good beause they capture mosquitoes in their webs,
But, let’s face it, a poisonous spider is NOT good.
I was happy Bug Man was here to eradicate the spiders.
A problem arose, however.
One (big, gigantic, hairy, scary!!) brown widow must have managed to elude Bug Man.
It came walking across the ceiling right above my workspace yesterday morning.
I was home alone.
I thought about calling (the very hot!) 911 guys, but I they *might* laugh at me??
“911 What’s your emergency?”
“There’s a hairy, scary, spider in my house!”
** Click **
Alas, I decided this was an emergency I had to take care of on my own.
A scene ensued.
It might have involved ladders, screaming (me, not the spider!), a flying spider, resulting multiple freak-out sessions, a search for the poisonous flying spider, a bad case of heebie-jeebies, etc. –
I eventually found the (enormous, hairy, sinister) brown widow spider.
I’m not ashamed to admit I squished him.
I used a fly swatter.
I could never do it with my actual hand! Ew!
Then, fearing he might rise from the dead and chase me,
I flushed him down the toilet.
(And closed the toilet lid soundly, for good measure.)
It was an emotionally exhausting experience.
P.S. Later in the day I found a lizard’s tail outside my door. Not the lizard, mind you. Just a tail.