does he scuttle?
April 25, 2018 1:13am CST
I love the word scuttle. But that is just a slice of random nothingness about me. So, I married a man who is petrified of spiders. My Husband married a woman who is terrified of spiders. You can imagine the conundrum when we first lived together and spied a spider. One of us had to buckle up and become a Man, and that one was none other than yours truly. I am the spider remover of the house. I am still very wary of spiders. Little tiny ones are cute. The variety with teeny-tiny bodies and long skinny legs are harmless. Big furry garage-living ones are nice to look at, but gruesomely menacing, although I imagine a conversation with one would reveal a happily solitary creature who just wants to be loved. Garden ones are pretty and photographic. But the large black house spiders are my enemy. Much like the big furry garage-living spider, they look gruesomely menacing. Unlike the big furry garage-living ones, they would - I imagine - make terrible conversationalists. One of these vile creatures was on the wall in my dressing-room this morning. I looked at him. He looked at me. I silently thanked him for not crawling out of my bra cup or my shoes, and for not setting up home in my cardigan, like his great-great-grandaddy did a few years ago. I'm rather proud of myself now for my lack of scream and my calm manner. I'm all grow'd up!
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• Riga, Latvia
I am not really afraid of spiders but they do give me the creeps. My late husband taught me to stand up to them When they are the bigger furry kind like you describe he taught me to take an empty jar press it to the wall and put a piece of paper between wall and jar Then set jar upright with spider inside and holding paper on top take it outside and then dump spider far from the house.
@poppylicious Some can hide under the rim of a toilet that hasn't been flushed awhile, then when one parks one’s keister on it they come out and tickle one’s fancy. This is why one ought to flush first, then attend to the business of the moment before flushing once more.