eight-legged freaks

[waider]

As previously mentioned, I'm somewhat arachnophobic. I used be really bad in the sort of "Dad, there's a spider in my room, shriek shriek" sense, but over the years I've developed enough tolerance to generally disregard a spider in the same room as me as long as it's not advancing on me with sharpened teeth, etc.

So last night I observed a tshirt and hoodie on my floor which really needed to be in the laundry. As I went to pick them up I noticed a

BIG
SPIDER

sitting on top of the hoodie.

So I grabbed the corner of the hoodie furthest away from the spider and gently lifted it up until the spider fell off, onto the carpet. Fair enough, I thought. I then proceeded to untangle the tshirt from the hoodie, at which point

I found

another spider.

EEEP!

I am assuming the feckers were mating. IN MY CLOTHING. This does not make me happy in any way.

Comments

[opadit.livejournal.com]

Clean your house, you disgusting slob.

And I mean that in only the most affectionate way.

[waider.livejournal.com]

It is clean. It's just old, and full of holes. I could lather the place with disinfectant and I'd still be hunting spiders out of my clothing.

[opadit.livejournal.com]

Well, if you put your clothes away instead of keeping them on the floor, the spiders stay in their little hidey-holes and don't sneak around in your clothes.

[waider.livejournal.com]

Yes mommy.

[stoat.livejournal.com]

another way to look at it is that one of the spiders was hunting and attempting to eat the other, or both were attempting to hunt and eat each other, which actually makes both of them your allies.

this viewpoint, however, still does not eliminate your need for a vacuum.

[waider.livejournal.com]

I fear taking a vacuum to them; they'll snatch it from my hands, beat me senseless, and then RUN ALL OVER ME. AAAAH!