If you want to read the hilarious backstory...check out Bek's account. Here's the brief version:
That awkward moment when you're sitting on the floor sobbing over Doctor Who reruns and realize a spider has joined you...
And the longer version.
Ha! I'm really flattered by her statement about my abilities:
Samara's nickname is "Sting, the Spider Slayer" because that woman takes out spiders like a Seattlite takes out recycling. Which is like a boss, in case you don't get my made-up analogy.
HAHA! Firstly, it's true. I'm part Hobbit, so the small portion of bravery I was awarded is somehow aimed at spiders. I sometimes wish I could be brave about other things... but, no, pretty much just spiders. They show up and I'm all like, "For the Shire!" Yah, that's pretty much exactly how it goes.
Secondly, ummm... the recycling analogy is just brilliance! I'm gonna use that one.
Thirdly, Thanks, Beks. Proud to slay spiders to protect our little abode.
Ok... so if you've read the story, you saw that our little visitor was waiting for me when I got home. At 12:30 AM! Yah, grateful for the warning, but I was just going to go to bed. Then as I stumbled in to my room I knocked over the shoe it was hiding under. It was trying to scurry away, but it's first mistake was hiding under a shoe. I was able to smash it pretty quickly. But it didn't die! I had to smash it like 5 times!
Anyway, it reminded me of one of my favorite blog posts on spiders. [Warning: brief, strong language.] This always has me cracking up:
Anyway... wishing you a spider-free day :)