Spider Elimination

I don't like spiders. I don't like to look at spiders. I don't like to think about spiders. I don't like them invading my space - which is pretty much a half mile radius around me. Minimum

So I was in the laundry room (it's not really much of a room so much as it's a space with appliances, a furnace, a water heater, a couple of shelves on the wall, and a louvered door. There is a small area in front of the washer and dryer where one can stand while loading and unloading said appliances.

So I'm down there doing laundry duty last night after everyone had gone to bed, when something kind of fluttered past my face. I swiped at it a little - it was probably a moth (thanks goodness moth season is nearly over!) - and then I realized that whatever it was, it had just dropped to the floor. Near my feet. It was a smallish black spider. I considered ignoring it, but that's just not in my DNA. I'm never good at squishing them, and my hero husband was asleep, and I didn't think that waking him for this smallish spider would be particularly considerate of me. So I did the next best thing.

I surveyed the various laundry products on the shelf, found one that sprays (stain remover) and sprayed the smallish black spider. Of course, he assumed the curled-up spider position until I stopped spraying and then he promptly attempted to walk quickly and spiderishly toward me and the door. The door that leads to the family room. The family room where he is NOT allowed to be. So I sprayed some more. Lather, rinse, repeat. He's still headed toward the family room. Really? He couldn't just go the other direction, under the dryer, and die there peacefully out of sight? Apparently not.

Since stain remover wasn't affecting him as quickly as I'd like, I grabbed the pine scented air freshener (the cat box lives in the laundry room). I gave him a good dose of that. Yet, being a diligent smallish black spider, he soldiered on toward my family room. Well, that was just enough. It was time to take more powerful action against this intruder.

It was time for the big guns - yep, compressed air.

I shot that smallish black spider violently back under the dryer so he could die a quiet, pine-scented death.

I also compressed-air-dried the air freshener splotch on the floor. The stain remover splotch was a little thicker, so it required a paper towel.

Au revoir leetle black spider.

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This wasn't a particularly funny or interesting story last night when it happened. But when I told John about this morning, I found myself laughing hysterically. Sometimes saying a thing aloud sounds much funnier. Of course, it could also be that I woke up funny this morning, so most anything could set me off today.