When along came a spider.....
Warning: Spider picture below!
Well, there I was, minding my own business, drying my hair when I saw in the mirror there was a spider just inches above my head.
I thought to myself, "What, do I look like little Miss Muffet?" I decided that the answer was no.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I blasted the little sucker with my hairdryer.
It scuttled up and over to the far light over the mirror. It stayed there the whole time I finished styling my hair. Of course, I grabbed my camera and took its picture.
You might think it's dead from the way it looks here. Don't be fooled! I went back in and lightly blew on it and the sucker started coming right at me.
That was when I decided it was time to come and blog about it. Here's what it looked like.
Squirl chattered at 9:14 AM
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Send your spider over to kill the one remaining fly in our house!
I just took the superhero's quiz over at Quizzilla, and apparently I'm 88% The Amazing Spiderman. So, step aside, sister and I'll rescue you!
He was probably enjoying the warmth!
Anyways- You were blowing the spider... and then???
This post illustrates my recent contemplation that there are very few experiences in life that bloggers don't recognize as blog material. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we pay closer attention to the little moments when we consider capturing them to share with the innernets as a hole. Hmmmm.
Anyhow, I need an intervention!!!! Greg Brady keeps trying to get me to buy the 70s Music Explosion, and I'm getting weaker . . .
Baby, I'm-a want you . . .
Shouldn't that be Jonny Bravo Susie? You can tell if he's wearing a groovy vest and shades.
Susie: Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs, blockin' out the scenery, blowin' my mind. Do this! Don't do that! Can't you read the signs?? They're telling you to BUY the 70s. Buy them all. Do it now. Greg Brady wouldn't steer you wrong -- he's... well... he's Greg Brady! Alice would be very stern with him if he lied.
The spider was probably disappointed that you didn't have and curds and whey. You didn't mention whether or not you were sitting on a tuffet. ec
Mr B, Ichabod has taught me to not kill the spiders as they take care of bugs for us.
tshsmom, I would like to. See, this is why we need spiders.
Eclectic, my hero!
Sierrabella, he probably was. As I wrote that line I wondered if anyone would pick up on that. :-)
Susie, I do look at life differently since I started blogging. I would've forgotten about the spider by now otherwise.
Um, Greg Brady is not necessarily the best represenative of 70's music. Don't listen to him!
Baby I'm-a want you. I had that album. :-)
Mr B, I haven't seen the commercial. Do you know if he's really wearing those groovy clothes???
Eclectic, we'd better get Alice after him right now. He doesn't mean to lie, but he's just stuck in the 70's!
Mr Eddie, hi! No, we have footstools, but no tuffets. But I did have cottage cheese last night. Does that count?
Spiders and insects...brrr....I lose all muscular control around them. I know they're helpful, yadda yadda yadda..but they're SPIDERS.
Theoretically...I like what spiders do. But let one crawl over me and I'm alllllll girlie in a hurry.
Couldn't you put a bat or two in the apartment?
zJim, I'm fine with them as long as they don't get too close to me. Or make too many webs that I have to clean up.
Kylz, I could squish them, I guess, but I let them be.
Bucky, I don't want them on me, either. We had a bat one night, but, alas, it didn't stay.
Did you KILL IT before you blogged about it?
Ladybug, no, I didn't. Ichabod isn't happy when I kill bugs (I know, technically this is an arachnid) but he really doesn't like it when I kill spiders. Maybe Nilbo should have a talk with his wife about the benefit of spiders in the home. :-)
And they call me the classy sister...
LA LA LA I DONT SEE THAT LA LA LA I DONT SEE THAT
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
You NEED to kill spiders, they can poison you. Do you let snakes live in your house? No? Why not, they kill vermin, oh wait, cause they can poison you? SO CAN SPIDERS.
Kill them kill them kill them, if they stay outside fine, but they step one of those 8 legs in the house? DOOM DOOM DOOM
Violin spiders, know as brown recluse, DO live around here and they make your flesh ROT. Literally. Very dangerous. KILL KILL KILL.
Ok Im done now.
Ah, spiders and blow-jobs...Peter Parker never had it so good.
My job here is done.
(wipes chin, goes to next blog on list) ;o)
I don't mind them outside, I am always walking through webs in the bushes but not in my boudoir.
You were very kind in letting it live.
Jess, I know there are bad spides around. But Ichabod is pretty good about knowing his critters. If there were really scary ones around here he'd've already told me about them.
I think...
M_D, you're right, Peter Parker never did. :-)
August, Ichabod has been very influential on me about these things.
Kylz, I'll be over.
eeeeeeeeeeeew! Spider!!!!!!!!
I haven't seen any bugs recently--except for one that was SO red it looked flourescent--I couldn't kill it either because it was too fast--also because I was too curious about it to be frightened soon enough!
rterb
ick. I hate spiders. I'm creeped out just reading this and now will be paranoid when drying my hair.
Effie, glad to hear your bug problem is slowing down. Fluorescent red???? Now that's just wrong.
rterb - perturbed??
Kat, sorry to freak you out. Just keep an eye on the mirror. That's how I caught this one.
Alright, sister of mine, it's time to put a new post on top of the spider. You're scarin' the troops! ;)
Okay, Bucky, okay. I'll see what I can come up with.
Okay I hate to admit but I will pick up some spiders and put their butts outside. If they are black widows or brown recluse, well they are out of luck by coming into my house and must be squashed.
Nina, you can't let the really dangerous one hang around. No two ways about that one.
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