So I just killed a spider in my bedroom. Who cares right? Well, I do. I HATE spiders in a major big way. When you come up with the list of questions to ask God, one of my top 10 is, "Why did you create spiders?"
Now, the big deal about me and this spider is this, it came out of nowhere fast and was headed to somewhere else in my room *very* fast. I didn't have time to do what I normally do (call my hero of a husband to come dispatch it), so I strapped on my big girl clothes and made mincemeat of the thing. Not only did I kill it, but I didn't scream my house down in the process. Usually when I'm forced to deal with killing a spider (or the mutant crickets that want to live in my laundry room) I get this build up of adrenalin and yell or scream as I'm taking care of business. My two boys find it quite amusing to watch, but for me it helps me to get the job done. I know I'm bigger than the spider and it's just doing what it was created to do and what not, but it doesn't have to do that in my house! Today I uttered a quick, "Holy moly!" when I saw it, but then boom....I took care of it. Not big on someone else's list, but I know 3 guys who are going to be mighty proud of my accomplishment when I tell them about it.
How do you handle the one creepy crawly you just can't stand?
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