It leads me to my main question of the day, and that's, what the $%^@ is with all the horrific wolf spiders right now! It seems that most (lucky!) people I talk to have no idea what a wolf spider is. If you are one of those people, google it! There is no way I'm posting a photo of one on here! They are massive, brown, ugly, and way to freaking fast! I hate them with my entire being.
It's the time of year where they seem to be emerging, and they are all over the place - aka, my house! Luckily they mostly come out in the evening, which means the worlds best husband gets to deal with them. However, one appeared in hallway after Growly Bear's nap time, and I was forced to do it in on my own (shiver). This entailed me sucking it up with the vacuum, followed by whatever dust doggies I could find lining the hallway to trap it in, and then having my husband deal with the contents when he got home.
And then, one came running out at me early one morning when I was getting ready to go to work, and the rest of the house was still asleep. So I was forced to throw one of my hubby's big work boots on top of it, and leave it for him to clean up.
He's pretty used to me screaming, yelling, crying and freaking out at the sight of these horrific creatures, so he mostly just quietly deals with them, and then hugs me till I calm down.
The other night was by far his best spider hunting demonstration yet though.
After having a spaz out on the couch because I spotted a really bad one stalk into the living room, my hubby calmly left the living room (by crawling up and over the coffee table-he doesn't like them either!) to retrieve a smooshing device from the kitchen. He came back in his work boots, yielding a mop, and wearing a head-lap which happened to be set to the flashing mode. You can imagine my fit of hysterical giggles, mix with my hyperventilating, as I was standing up on the couch trying to stay as far above the floor as possible.
He broke into a speech in a horrible hillbilly accent which started out with "Hellow, ma names Tysan, and I'm the great, white, spida hunta!" Through my ugly laughs, I was screaming at him to get it before it ran under the chair. Anyone outside looking in would be certain that we'd lost our minds!
That's the wonderful thing about my husband. He makes me laugh when I want to cry, calms me when I want to freak, and is there for me always. And no, that doesn't just go for spiders! Most days I'm a pretty lucky girl.
Of course there are also the days when there are dirty socks left in the living room, muddy foot prints though the kitchen, the toilet seat has been left up, and a wet towel is draped across the bed. But then I remind myself that he's my great, white, spider hunter, and life wouldn't be much fun without him.
Love and Hugs