Thursday, September 9, 2010
The other morning I noticed a giant spider on our curtains.
Usually I ignore spiders provided they stay away from me. But this one was the size of a quarter and it couldn’t live.
My son and Cosmo, the kitten, were playing nearby so I quickly ran upstairs, grabbed my husband’s shoe in one hand, while still Cheese Whiz toast in the other, and squished it.
Before I could get something to pick up the carcass, Cosmo started to eat it, which promptly made me loose my appetite.
Telling the kitten that was gross, I headed back upstairs to throw my toast out.
Then I heard a voice.
I looked down and there was the babe holding something dark with legs.
I thanked him, took the spider, which I hoped was really dead, and threw it out.
I may not be able to eat Cheese Whiz again.