A Story About a Spider and Me

My First Blog!

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Anyway as most of you already know I have my own apartment and I love my little apartment. It's so little that I am having a hard time unpacking and finding homes for everything. Yesterday being my short day from work I got into a cleaning and let's get this stuff put away mode. (This is amazing on its own because like everyone else in this world I am into the Twilight Series. So to put my books down to clean… Hell might be freezing over.)

So while Alex is talking to me about his major desires to go swimming I am unpacking and getting things put away. (I never realized how much Cake Decorating stuff I have. I know off topic…) While I am promising we will go swimming soon I come across my arch enemy, The Spider.

"This is just a normal spider" I tell myself, "fairly small." I breathe in.

"What a spider?!?!" Alex says perking up from his game.

"I can do this; I am a big girl now!" I encouraged myself.

While keeping an eye on the spider I grab my vacuum and proceed to add all the hose attachments I can. Slowly breathing in and out, pretending I am not deathly afraid of spiders. I turn on my vacuum; Alex has turned off his game by now and is ready for the kill! Anxiously watching me save the day, I have to show him I will protect him even from spiders. I stand as far away as possible wondering if the spider knows what is about to happen. If he will make a run for it, what will I do? I do not like it when they run… breathe. I get calm enough to inch closer and closer, Alex and Lily watching me in a trance waiting to see what will happen. The spider finally notices but it's too late. He's been sucked up into the vacuum and now is spinning around in all the dirt.

I did it I really did it. I was so proud. I left the vacuum to run a little longer in hopes the spider would be so dizzy he will parish. The adrenaline pumping through me I feel great. Makes it two spiders I have now killed in my life time. Celebrating and stalking around my apartment so proud. I protected our nest no one did it for us, I did it. Alex is so proud of me looks in the canister of the vacuum.

"Yep he's killed!" He proclaims proud of his MaMom.

So as you can guess my story doesn't end here sadly… my proud of myself moment only lasted what seemed seconds. I continued to clean knowing that the room was safe once again. I glanced back that the spot where the one spider was.

"Is there really another one?" Fear shot down my spine.

"What?" Alex says while jumping around still celebrating.

I take a closer look, no it's just the carpet is dark in that spot. The anxiety slowly leaves and I go to grab a box off the floor to move it to the table to start digging through it. Looking at that same spot in a different angle, my face being only a foot away, I notice that spot has LEGS! I jump back the chills race through me, my heart starts pounding. I couldn't believe it! There was another spider. This one was twice the size of the other spider spinning currently around in my vacuum.

"It wasn't so bad the first time I can do this again." I said to myself starting the pep talks back up. I had to grab my glasses so I could truly get a good look at this one. He blended in so well, too well actually. I grabbed a flash light so I could get a feel of how big he was. Oh that really got Alex excited, running to his room and emerging with sunglasses on and a flash light in hand. He was ready for this battle! We flashed both lights on this uninvited guest. His shadow cascading up the wall behind him…alright I know it's an exaggeration.

(Now a lot of my friends would tell you that when I would say a spider is big it's really not big at all, not even the size of a dime. This one was big, bigger then spiders you see on a regular basis, gold dollar size if not bigger. Back to the story.)

I grab the vacuum hose once again, this time more terrified. My hands were shaking, chills were very present and goose bumps engulfed my body. With both of our spot lights on this spider and Alex keeping a safe distance with Lily sitting at his feet. I bravely inched forward. My goose bumps started to get goose bumps I breathed in and out. Telling myself "I can do this, I can do this." Slowly getting closer and closer, I can do this, closer, I can do this. I finally I go for it I jab the vacuum closer! The vacuum starts to suck the spider, he runs! That damn thing ran away from my super strong pet hair picking up vacuum.

How could this be? Now horrified I didn't know what to do. He moved behind the box I was going to pick up. I started to get angry I wanted to win this battle, I never lose! I kick the box as hard as I could up against a picture frame that was behind it. He ran up the picture frame, how did he survive that? I have a super strong spider on my hands. I push the vacuum hose right up to him, he runs right at it and into the box.

"No! Don't go in the box!!" I screamed, you would think I was getting murdered.

Now at the verge of tears I kick the box more and more hoping he will come back out. How could I have been so brave and yet didn't get him? Why do I have to have so many spiders in my house? Why can't I just stomp on spiders like everyone else? Millions of questions started to flood my head. I turned off my vacuum, dropped the hose and looked at Alex and Lily in disbelief.

"Is he killed?" Alex asked, while Lily ran and jumped up at me.

"Yes," I lied, "he's dead." I couldn't break it to him.

"Good." He said while taking off his sunglasses and turning of his flashlight. "I wanna watch a movie now."

So I put in a movie still glancing at the box in the corner every few seconds. He's eventually going to come back out, and it's on. (In all reality it wouldn't be on I would have to bring myself back up to try and kill this spider again. Just sounded tough.)

I go sit at my computer with my legs up on the chair; I didn't want him seeking revenge. Trying to concentrate on other things I pull up the Internet, bad idea. I start searching for what brown recluse and hobo spiders look like. Now I am convinced that is what is sitting in the corner of my house, in a box full of childhood pictures. If it would have been any other box, dishes, Halloween costumes, Christmas decorations, I would have grabbed the box and thrown it out on my balcony. So many memories in that box, I turn around and to my surprise and notice the spider running towards me.

"Oh you asshole..." I glared at him.

I swear he stopped in his tracks once he noticed I was looking him. He stopped for real, I have no idea why. He started running for the front door, I rather not touch him so I think okay I can let him out. We both win he's free from my vacuum and I am free of his terror he has reined upon me. He runs closer to the door, I swing open the door, and he turns around, I scream, Lily runs in and voices her opinion on the door being open. This was a very traumatic few seconds, the spider startled by Lily starts to run back towards me. Quickly I grab an advertisement sitting on my desk and start waving it around trying to blow the spider away.

Clearly I look like an idiot luckily no neighbors walked by to see me fanning my doorway with a barking dog jumping around behind me. Finally the spider understands what I am doing and starts to head for the door. As soon as he is on the threshold I slam the door shut,

"You though I was going to play nice."

I am now feeling a little more pleased with myself I feel like I have finally won the battle with the huge spider. An hour or so later I get Lily ready to go outside before we go to bed. You'll never believe what happens next....