Well, as I have been keeping you updated on the spider situation down under, I would like to tell you I am declaring a state of emergency. When I first moved here I wrote a plea to Aragog too keep his fury eight legged friends outside of the dwellings that I would be inhabiting. So far he unleashed an early attack with one of his soldiers, far before the normal huntsman season. Then he had one of his slightly smaller, yet hairier, and more poisonous soldiers crawl across my foot in a vehicle. Now, he unleashed another soldier into James' house, while he was not here, and my spider fear was ultra vulnerable.
It was about 100 degrees today, and very high humidity. Once I got off work and class, I decided that since it was nearly that hot in my room, I had nothing to do tomorrow and, I have many papers to work on I would come to James' house. He is at sea and his house stays nice and cool, and is quiet with very little distractions. Well, tonight after dinner it got dark and the wind started blowing. There was a loud clunk outside and I got nervous so I went to the back door to lock it, peered outside thinking I might see the boogy man (well not really, but I have an active imagination, so I imagined it for a minute) and instead I saw something much worse hiding behind the curtain....a huntsman. My heart nearly flew out of my chest and I had to quickly re-group. I knew I had two options:
1. Grab all of my stuff and leave James' house abandoned with all the lights on and not come back until he was here to take care of it.
2. Actually get myself together and kill the ninja soldier.
I quickly assessed the options and came to the conclusion that James would not appreciate me leaving all of his lights and TV on for a week. Also, the spider was near the door entrance so I was going to have to encounter it in either option. I choose option 2. So I ran to the kitchen got the biggest can of bug spray I could find, grabbed James' biggest flip flop and braced myself for action. I started spraying the spider but it did nothing but make him run faster towards the opening under the couch. So I smashed him as hard as I could with the thong before he could make it under the couch and I would be paranoid all night long until he reappeared and I had another heart attack. Then I swept his body up in the dustpan and threw it into the garden as a warning to his spider friends.
I am trying to recover now with a cup of tea, not until after I searched every nook and cranny I could think of for spiders to try to limit my paranoia for the rest of the night. I sure hope I can fall asleep tonight...I was feeling tired before, but now I am wiiiiiide awake, and I have the itchy heebie jeebies.
I think I need to get a pocket sized can of spider spray, because this is officially war. I made a clear cut agreement with Aragog, keep your spiders outside and I will leave them alone. So far this year, I have seen far more spiders inside houses than I have outside. This is on like donkey kong, Aragog you are going down!
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