I'm an animal lover. Mammals. Not bugs. Not reptiles. Cute, fuzzy, warm animals. We recently started seeing more and more bugs around here. I drew the line at a black widow and brown recluse within a 24-hr period. A call to the exterminator was made. They came and sprayed the house, inside and out, on June 3rd. Around about June 5th, I noticed a smallish spider that had taken up residence in the window above my kitchen sink. It had a small web in one of the corners. I didn't kill it immediately, and that was my mistake.
I am now living with said spider and its rather large web in my kitchen window. I don't know what is wrong with me! It's a spider! I hate spiders. For some bizarre reason, I just can't bring myself to kill it.
I did, however, destroy its web one day last week, thinking it would just move on. I hadn't seen it that day and hoped that it had just crawled off and died somewhere. The next morning, I reached for the dimmer switch to the light above the sink and found my fingers in a sticky web. Needless to say, I jumped back. That particular outlet/light switch doesn't have a switch plate over it. I grabbed the flashlight, only to see two tiny eyes glowing back at me from deep in the receptacle. I told Reuben that was it. He needed to kill it. He laughed at me and refused. Okay. I don't need to turn on that light. Ever.
By the end of the day, the spider was back in its comfy corner with a little web to call home. The web grows a little more every day. Reuben felt bad for the poor spider having lost its web and food supply, so he went in search of some food for it. I admit it. I also went hunting when he came back saying he couldn't find a single bug anywhere. It was crazy. There wasn't a bug to be found anywhere around our house. Good but weird. Reuben went hunting for a bug, again, later and finally found a tiny beetle under something by the dog pen. He delivered it to the spider, and it pounced on it.
That was Sunday. He brought it TWO such bugs yesterday. As I walked to the sink this morning to wash my hands, that not-so-tiny-now spider had the nerve to jump out on its web. I told Reuben it needs to go. It's getting aggressive. His reply? "It's hungry. It thinks you're going to feed it." WHAT?!? I have clearly lost my mind and am living in a bizarro world! (It's a Seinfeld reference, for those that are wondering.)
A POSTSCRIPT TO THIS STORY:
Our resident spider finally met her demise on July 10th. She had grown into a rather largish spider and had taken to killing her own kind in her sticky window web. I had made a couple of attempts to smash her, but she was successful at retreating into the crevices of the window frame. Her final moments were marked by her presence in my kitchen sink when I went to wash my hands. She made a quick move in my direction, and I let out a squeal telling Reuben to kill it! Now, my world is back in order. No pet spiders. :)
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