Tonight, while reading for con law (really! I was! I swear!) I looked over at my phone and happened to glance what can only be referred to as an extremely unwelcome intruder. Yes, that means a fucking spider. A large fucking spider.
If you've been reading since I started school, you'll know that I kind of have a thing about spiders. You know, a crippling spastic anxiety fear thing. I recently learned that the freaky looking red spiders that I usually see are "harmless." While I take issue with that description, I'm relieved to know that they are at least not poisonous. The one positive thing that I'll say about winter is that it has been relatively spider free. Until now.
This particular fucker was not of the "harmless" red variety, but is about the same size. He was in a place on the wall that made stomping or squarshing kind of awkward, so I went and got a cup to trap him in. But no! He was fucking fast, and darted behind a bookshelf. (You see where this is going right? Right? Exactly).
So I moved the bookshelf, stalking him for about 15 minutes. (Once I made a dinner guest help me move the couch because a spider went under there.) I grabbed an old nalgene. I had never considered this before, but these nasty old water bottles I use are basically just spider containment devices in waiting. And after multiple jobs at the wall, and then the carpet, and then some general freaking out when he made a run towards my feet, success.
Look:
Oh, you can't really see it that well? How about this:
Now the only decision I have to make is whether to give the water bottle to the cat to play with for a few days or to just throw it out now.
2 comments:
That is a big sucker. I'd have freaked out too. Or I would have before I moved to my current apartment, "the jungle," where I have been confronted by numerous silverfish, spiders of all sizes and varieties, a huge mf-ing pigeon, and a hummingbird. Yes, pigeons and hummingbirds.
I'm getting chills just from looking at the picture. Yuck!
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