Another spider story

I always try to be cool around spiders. I know that they kill other bugs and most of them don't bother people. That doesn't mean that I feel comfortable around them.

First I saw this little guy. He was on his back on the stove. I took a clothes pin and turned him over, hoping that he'd take off and go on his merry little way.



A bit later I checked again. He was on his back so I flipped him once more. Even later I checked and there he was, still there, and on his back. I figured, at that point, that he was dying and there was nothing I could do.

Then I was sweeping the floor. I like to get down on my hands and knees to wash the floor. Seems like it ends up much cleaner that way. But as I was sweeping, this character came into view.



Now he was about ten times larger than the one on the stove. I asked him, very politely, to please go back under the stove. I was about the be down there face to face with the very spot where he was creeping around. In fact, he only stopped moving when I got close to him with the camera.

I sure didn't want to kill it. But I wasn't going to kneel down there with it, either. So I grabbed some paper and chased the little sucker around until I finally got him on the paper.

The problem with that is that he wouldn't stay still. He ran toward my left hand, rapidly. So I turned the paper around and he ran toward my right hand. I must've turned that paper around at least ten times before I got it outside on the deck.

When Ichabod came home all he saw was the paper on the deck. Then I got to tell him the whole story. And I was so proud of myself for getting rid of it without killing it.

Y'all have a good weekend!