I walked back around the car to a shelf next to the ‘fridge. Yeah, I wasn’t walking over that thing. I grabbed the industrial sized bug spray and zapped that sucker. He ran under the refrigerator to die.
Yes, I know, benefits of spiders, blah, blah. Nope. A giant arachnid like that needed to be gone.
True confession, I am wet my pants scared of snakes. I slightly less afraid of spiders.
Now, every time I go to grab something from the garage ‘fridge I worry the evil, certainly poisonous, spider is waiting to crawl out from under the appliance and bite me on the foot.
We both know it is a very real possibility.
I suppose I am going to have to pull out the refrigerator and look for the body. It is the only way I can relax.
Nuke it. Nuke it from space. We can always build a Noblesville recovered from backup in an adjacent county.
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