Things I can do without, #483

[changeyourstars8]

So Kaylee needed to be changed, and I told her to go get me a diaper. She picks one up from where she scattered them all last night, holds it out to me--

And I see, about three inches away from her hand, a good-sized brown spider crouching inside the fold of the diaper.

I snatched it away from her and headed for the front door, which the spider apparently took as a threat. It scurried out to the top of the diaper and reared up. I unlocked the front door in one hell of a hurry before it could decide to try a Flying Squirrel Tackle and shook it out into the grass.

Not even noon, and I've already had one heart attack. Yay.

Comments

[rosevaughn.livejournal.com]

That doesn't equal spider in the grass...that equals dead spider. You have a lot more tolerance for those things than I do... *shudders*

[allthelivesofme.livejournal.com]

Well, if I can catch them they're fine. It's the ones skittering around on the ceiling that get swatted. Unless I can scare them down to the ground.

Yeah.

Did I tell you about the time I caught that huge spider in the basement when I was a kid and walked up to dad with it in my hands all proud of myself? LOL Poor dad.