I hate spiders. So I just squished the 3rd spider that I've seen in my house today, and I was thinking to myself, "self, why the hell did you move into a barn if you don't like spiders?". Having to deal with spiders has long been one of my least favorite horse-related activities, so I'm pretty perplexed as to why it never occured to me that I would have to deal with this sort of thing in my apartment.
I know, I know. It's a "girly" thing to be afraid of spiders. Well, let's just get one thing straight. It's not that I'm afraid of spiders - it's just that I intensely HATE them. I would be ok with them if they just sat in their little corner minding their own buisness and doing the bug eating thing. That's cool. That's TOTALLY cool.
No, my hatred of spiders comes from a personal space issue. I don't like it when spiders feel the need to be on my person. EXCUSE ME, I believe that is MY arm. I did not give you permission to be on my arm. . .
Anyway, this apartment has played temporary host to a cornicopia of different sized and shaped spiders - from the huge discusting hairy one that Hildegard killed (Praise GOD) two weeks ago to the little tiny guy that I just squished as he ran across my keyboard. They have been in my shoes, in my car and on my face when I wake up. I HATE SPIDERS.
The worst part of all of this, is that I never feel like I can actually KILL the spiders in good concious. I always feel so bad! If I had a more heroic or in general brave nature, perhaps I would carry them outside on a piece of paper. I tried that once. It ran up my arm and I had to squish it.
So any and all spiders out there, consider this your offical notice - If you come into my house, I WILL have to squish you. I'm sorry. I don't make the rules. Well, ok, really I do - but I don't LIKE them. This will hurt me more than it hurts you. Really.