Today marks 2 months of blissful marriage to Mr. Reed. It would only be natural for us to have our first spider experience today.
I warned Karl before we were married that he would have to kill bugs for me. I can come up with clever ways to trap the bug, but beyond that point I am too much of a girl. This afternoon, as I was cleaning up our little home, I turned around only to find a giant killer spider charging towards my foot with its 8 gross legs! My first response was to, of course, scream. Second- call Karl's name. I halfway was aware that Karl was actually at work and would be for another couple hours, but when I became fully aware, I knew it was up to me to trap the beast. I quickly did a few circles while standing in place looking for something to contain the spider until my brave husband would be home. I then came up with a brilliant strategy. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cup which I used as a forcefield to confine the spider. I then went about my business, casually glancing at the cup every few minutes to make sure it hadn't lifted the cup with its super strength legs or bitten through the glass with it's powerful fangs! (Do spiders have fangs?) When Karl came home, he calmly took the spiders downstairs and released it into the grass. Good teamwork, babe. I knew I was supposed to marry him.