Yeah, my first instinct was to step on it, but I could imagine all those little spiders suddenly covering the kitchen floor.
It was quickly removed from the house, eggs and all.
You could have just sprayed it…while it’s horrible to see them dying at least you know an army of them wouldnt be out there, searching for you. lol
I don’t kill them. I don’t care how big they are. I put a glass over them slip a piece of paper under it and carry it outside. It’s not that I have a bleeding heart for all living things. I’ll gladly swat a fly buzzing around my head or squish fleas on my pet, but I won’t kill a spider, they are just too cool.
Jeez, it plays soccer!
Spiders? Cool? Clearly, **lacortadora **and I are operating under two different definitions of “cool.”
Kill them. Kill them with fire. Kill them all with fire.
Ugh. Fuckin’ spiders. I was never arachnophobic as a kid until I read a comic book about a black widow that gets squished and then comes back as a ghost to eat the guy. Ever since.
Last night while taking out the trash I encountered a huge cricket (three inches long? I didn’t stop to check) right as I was coming back inside. And it provided me with the following nightmare. Mrs. Cliffy and I were associated with some DC Comics crime fighting organization and took down a shipment of Apokoliptian contraband going to an Intergang cell. Although I told her it was a bad idea, she insisted on taking some of it home with us. Whereupon we were surrounded by huge, nasty, impossible to squish insects of all description that had come in on a plant. Also a couple fairies, and a vicious dalmatian puppy.
–Cliffy
Yes Snickers, clearly we are. That’s ok, want me to tell ya about the time that I worked for a pet shop and we had a Tarantula for sale? NO?! But I want to! Someone was interested in buying her (I btw would never want to own one) and so, they were trying to make up their mind and came in day after day for a week. I had to reach in the aquarium and get her out for this potential buyer each time. I would slide my hand underneath her very carefully, then it would crawl on my hand and then slowly and methodically climbed higher and higher up my arm and THEN…brace yourself Snickers…towards my neck…moving it’s hairy little legs… Oh it was so …so…COOL! 
Well that’s just silly. Now once all the little spiderlings hatch out, they’re going to come back under your fridge to spawn, like little eight-legged salmon.
Bet you wish you’d stomped the whole lot flat now, huh?
Don’t be such a sissy. There won’t be more than fourteen or fifteen thousand of them.
Just for the record, that’s a male spider. See the pedipalps (the small appendages up by the jaws) with the little bulbs on the ends? The females don’t have bulbs on their pedipalps. And they gots bigger butts. Big fat butts. Know what the males use those bulbs for? They put a special silk wrapping on them and put sperm in them and stick them in the female’s genital openings. God all this talk about spider sex is making me hot!
Gawd…me too!!!
It’s completely grossing me out! If I am unable to “perform my wifely duties”, where do I send my husband?
Hellooooo! Here! Send him here! Sorry, it has been a while. :smack:
Ya got money???
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Ya got money???
OMG! I am laughing so hard! Um…no, no money. 
I give up! When I try to double quote it never works! WTH?!
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OMG! I am laughing so hard! Um…no, no money. 
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Thanks for the correction, Arrendajo. Usually the palps are much bigger, so I didn’t see these.
Roomie’s reclining on the love seat. The cat pounced, putting his paws near her legs. Roomie jumped. I thought the cat startled her. No, it was a GHS. 
She hadn’t even seen it sitting there. I caught it in the penalty jar and took it outside. (It was very calm about it.) Not as big as the one that prompted this thread, so I didn’t take a picture. Probably should have, just because.
The other day roomie walked into a web outside. We’d both seen the spider in it the day before, and it was a big one. She said she freaked out. After she related the story tonight she mimicked me from the other day by rubbing her hair and saying in a dopey voice, ‘Do I have a spider in my hair?’ She said, ‘You didn’t seem to be too worried about it.’
Maybe I should have let the cat play with the spider, but he was running away because roomie was a little freaked out.
I don’t mind spiders, as long as they’re not running across my bare skin, but I suffer the sort of horror usually reserved for spiders when I encounter centipedes and sowbugs. I found both in the basement last week :eek: