I yelled for Jeff as calmly as I possibly could. Oh, I wanted to scream. LOUD. Screaming wasn't going to do anything to help the situation, it would have only angered the intruder. I wondered if I could reach for some spray to defend myself and possibly slow down the assailant. But the mere contemplation of taking matters into my own hands sent me into full paralysis. I could hear Jeff coming, and I knew he would soon be to my rescue. I kept my eye on the trespasser. It was terrifying, but I needed to make sure I didn't let him out of my sight. Jeff finally arrived, after what seemed like hours.
"What's wrong?"
"There," I pointed.
"What? I don't see anything."
"Right there!" I shouted.
"Where? Oh. That's the biggest one I've seen."
"Do you need the Raid?" I asked.
"No. Just give me a shoe and stand back."And with three big whacks, the alien invader was crushed. My husband, who gets often frustrated with my slightly unreasonable fear of spiders, had gotten rid of the large arachnid that threatened to take over my basement. What a hero!
This morning, still freaking out at the thought of the villain and the friends he may have brought with him, I stumbled to the kitchen. I opened the freezer to retrieve the coffee grounds (NOTE: this was PRE-coffee), and was greeted with a busted diet coke. ALL over my freezer.
I guess fairy tales don't last forever :)
