Of a spider

I am not a morning person. Many of you probably just chuckled and nodded your head knowingly. It isn't that I wake up crabby, I just wake up slowly so please don't expect too much of me at the ungodly hour of 6:30. Let me go about my business in peace and quiet, and then when I'm fully awake I'll happily hold a conversation with you. Now that you know this about me, you'll understand the following tale a lot better. :-)

Yesterday morning, after hitting the snooze a couple of times I finally submitted to the inevitable and forced myself out of bed. The weather has gotten warm enough now that I can handle the temperature of the floors with socks instead of slippers, so wearing my socks I lazily stepped out of my room into the hallway. Upon entering said hallway I felt a small pebble or button or some such thing under my toes, so I stepped lightly. Then I turned around and saw him: large, motionless, and ominous. Some spiders look threatening no matter what they're doing, as though at a moments notice they'll charge or pounce. This was one of those. *shiver* Believe me, now I was awake!

Stepping gingerly around him, I re-entered my room, noiselessly and deliberately picked up a shoe, and then creeped back. *Bang* went the shoe and he curled up into a ball, mortally wounded! Now that my enemy was debilitated I could gather several tissues. A thick wad of tissues and a soft crunching sound finished the battle. Phew! Victory! Into the trash he went!

My philosophy is: bugs don't belong inside. Outside, I won't bother them because that's their domain. They enter my domain at their own risk. Now I know, we have spiders in the States too. In fact, I've probably killed this guy's distant relations at home in Illinois before. But the story was too good to not tell it! :-)