Here's the deal. One morning about two weeks ago, I was in the process of waking up and noticed something on my ceiling, riiiight above my head. Rubbing my eyes open, I noticed that it was a spider. So, I got up and noticed that it was this little guy in the picture. The reality is...he is not so little. Sometimes he goes away. I think he hides behind my tapestry. Generally, he remains in this exact spot. Every once in awhile, I blow on him to make sure he is still alive. He is. People frequently let me know that he is up there. I know. I haven't had the heart to kill him yet, but if I keep up my paranoia about him crawling down and getting into my bed, he's outta here. What has he been eating, I wonder, to sustain himself these two weeks or more? (Scratch that question. I don't want to know.)
Should I kill him before he kills me?
Bro
No killing. Let him go if you want him to leave but don't kill him. If you can't do that, let me know. I live right down the hall...
Posted by: Nick van Santen | September 23, 2005 at 06:54 PM
So, you do have a roomie after all? Well, not to burst your bubble, but you should have seen the one I found in the Barn last week - nearly the size of Rhode Island, I want to tell you ... the biggest arachnid I've EVER seen, and it grossed me out ... sadly, it fell into Silver's water bucket where it met its' end ...
Posted by: Mom | September 23, 2005 at 11:43 PM
Are you kidding me?? Of course you should kill it! Or let it go.......but you know how I feel about spiders. YUCK!
Posted by: Stefanie | September 23, 2005 at 11:47 PM