We live in the woods, and this year there are many occasions when we’re moving around, indoors or out, and run head-on into a spider thread. Annoying, but no big deal.
I’m not a big fan of spiders. Like, the way they move freaks me out a bit, and I wouldn’t touch one intentionally. Sometimes I’ll find a small one in a corner and choose to let it live so it can hunt insects for us, but when it gets large enough I make sure it dies a quick death. I sometimes use a hammer.
Wednesday night, I was fetching something from the bathroom in the basement when I turned around and saw a spider on the door jamb. A big one. I took a picture, and from apparent dimensions and general features it seems to have been a dolomedes tenebrosus (warning: that link has pictures, of course, and a ruler in inches). AAAAAAAAHHHH ! I cried out to my hubby, who was watching YouTube with headphones on the ground floor and didn’t hear. Eventually I called him on his cell to come help me (a) get out of the bathroom and (b) ensure the beast didn’t escape alive. We managed to crush it by shutting the door on it.
Note: The basement bathroom is where we shower.
So, that evening, I turned to Netflix to relax a bit. Decided to watch The Wild Wild West (1999 movie), which I’d never watched before. I knew there was a large mechanical spider in it, bit I didn’t know there were also big live spiders appearing at various points in the movie.
Yesterday the cat made a small mess in the kitchen and spilled coffee grounds on the floor. I cleaned it up, but after dinner there seemed to be a little spot I had left behind. I picked it up. It was a dead spider.
Oh, and that Google search I did Wednesday night to find what kind of monster spider we had killed ? Well now when I go to watch something on YouTube, I have to go through a very graphic commercial for Raid! spider poison.