Could you please, please come over and get this enormous wolf spider out of my Everything Room?
We set up the washer and dryer today (it involved taking down a wall, which is what took so damn long) and while we were doing that, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
Now, I am a big spider fan. I love spiders. They fascinate and charm me.
But this spider? She's bigger than my palm.
I wear a size 7 surgical glove.
She is so large that the jelly-jar pint glasses I use for water won't go over her legs.
She moves quickly. Like a hairy Cuisinart. Disturbing.
I know, at least, that I won't have any palmetto bugs or roaches in that room. I might not have any Texas Red frogs or geckos, either.
Or a cat. I think she could take Max on and give him a run for his money.
Is there anybody out there with a really big clear-glass bowl or jar they'd be willing to bring over?
I'll just be hiding in bed, several feet off the floor. Wide-awake. Watchful.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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{shiver}
You made me laugh with the "hairy Cuisinart," though.
Erghhhh. I admire spiders, at a distance. Maybe you could get her to pay some rent?
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