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The Spider Saga

So this was a post that I wrote for my very first blog, when my daughter was still a baby. It was written in February of 2005, but I really like it, and I think you will too. So, here goes:

Ewww, yuck! For those of you who don’t know me, I hate spiders, scorpions, basically any form of bugs (or arachnid) that moves. I don’t know why I have this slight terror, maybe they are just misunderstood creatures, but to me, they are creepy! Anyway, so today starts like any other morning. Jordyn wakes me up at 7:30 (I had actually been somewhat ignoring her for the last two hours in order to get some more sleep; she was dozing in and out). She plays in her room a little, for some reason she is very cheerful and active when she gets up, she doesn’t get that from me! Anyway, I can smell the stinky diaper but know that I am going to have to change her clothes too, after all, it’s the beginning of a new day. That leads me to remember that I still have to clean out her closet of all her “oh, so cute, way too tiny” clothes. So, as I am progressing through this heartbreaking task…”that was so cute”… “I think Mom gave that to me”…. “She only wore this once”… anyway, I have moved onto doing her drawer too. Not too bad, just some old onesies to put away. Okay, we’re still good here, no creepy crawly things yet…until…

I lay back and look up at the ceiling and see this little black thing near Jordyn’s light. I think to myself, it has to be a fly, please let it be a fly…then it moves a little and I realize that this is no fly. Maybe a silverfish? Oh, no. It comes fully out from under the light and I see them…all eight of those terrible legs! Now, I have to mention that I have found a HUGE spider, we’re talking a half dollar size on the front door, Jordyn’s eye height when we were walking out. This spider, is not huge. It is small. Not quite baby spider material, maybe an adolescent (who wants them around anyway 🙂 ) So, we’re talking maybe nickel size…including legs. But this spider is invading on my child’s space. Just sitting there waiting for the opportune moment to launch an offensive. Well, Jordyn was going to have to go down for her nap soon, so I knew that I had to get this trespasser out of my daughter’s ceiling. I can just imagine him crawling over to the space above her crib and then slowly lowering himself…the last thing I want to see is a creepy crawly creation on my daughter. But all is good, we have a handy dandy can of spider killer, it will be over in a moment…as long as the deceased spider doesn’t fall on me, we will be able to move on. Right?

I take Jordyn out of the room and put her in her Exersaucer (walker/bouncer type unit that has a bunch of toys attached to it…Jordyn loves it.) in the living room. Far removed from whatever fumes may ensue. I’m ready. I feel like I could use some more bouncing, spitting and butt-slapping, but I am prepared. I aim, shoot, and fire; unleashing this supposedly lethal blow to the enemy. Well, I obtained the element of surprise. Unfortuneately for me, I surprised the spider right onto the inside of the light fixture. Great…now I can’t even back up my first blow with a second blow. The spider is still alive. Dazed and confused his is, and tries to figure out how to get himself out of this ambush. He scoots to the edge of the glass where I am ready to fire another lethal blow. No luck, he sees my attack coming and ducks. Anyway, we play this cat and mouse game for awhile. I get a stool to stand on providing myself with a way to get inside the fixture, without getting too close, I spray, he curls up into a ball…getting my hopes up. Then, two seconds later, he’s back up and at ’em. By now, I assume that he’s ingested enough poison to knock him dead with just one more squirt. So, I let him think he’s got the advantage. I leave for a little bit and when I come back, Leggy there has gotten back onto my side of the glass and is toying with the thought of sliding down to the ground where he hopes freedom is waiting.

I see my chance and attack. No luck. This spider must have built up an immunity to this stuff! So, I realize that if he does decide to go to the floor I will be able to smash him. Not usually my favorite form of attack seeing as I have to get too close to the creature, but nothing else has worked. So, I see him test the waters (so to speak) by dangling a little. Feeling like all is well, he repels a little further. I am seeing my enemy’s weakness and pick up a piece of wood. (This wood had been left in Jordyn’s room by Eric because he was showing me something…I don’t know why I never removed it, but now I’m glad I didn’t). Leggy, seeing his potential escape begins to let loose and slide down even faster. But, I’m prepared. With a solid whack, I knocked him to the ground. Not knowing if he was dead or alive, I clobbered him again. This time, there was no doubt. He was curled into a nice little ball on the carpet. Victory!

Jordyn was getting cranky so I realized that I had no time for a proper burial (in the toilet) or even to play Taps. After all, he was a very worthy adversary. I leave him on the ground and get Jordyn. I feed in her preparation of her nap. Carefully I move my sleepy baby toward her crib, avoiding the fatal zone where Leggy lays. I kiss Jordyn “goodnight” and grab a tissue and dispose of this creature in the trash can.

All is well in la-la land now, Jordyn is sleeping and I keep jumping at every tickle or touch thinking that some of his friends or relatives saw my terrible behavior and are mounting an attack. Whoever said nature was a good thing?

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