Yesterday I noticed a rather large, unappealing, long-legged spider on my kitchen island, and I thought, "I should probably put him outside. I'll do it after I eat." And of course later, he was gone.
So I flung it onto the couch and freaked out a while, pointed at it going, "Eeeeee...ptoo--ptoo-ptoo-ptooo!!!!" And my ex picked it off the couch and happily declared, "Wow, it was a big one!"
Seriously re-considering the spider amnesty if they're gonna be that way about it.
Published on April 09, 2011 19:53
I have no choice in the amnesty thing--my 13-yr-old daughter won't let me kill any creepy-crawly. Not even bees, and I have a bee phobia! On the bright side, she's now the designated creepy-crawly-get-rid-of-er, so there's that.