So today I was getting ready to do some laundry...when BAM! This guy was waiting for me right across from the washing machine. Ugh, I still get goosebumps just looking at the picture. He looks small, but he was a good 2'' across.
Now, I pride myself in being fiercely independent...but if there is one thing that will make me revert back to my 5 yr old self, this is it. I was on the phone practically begging my husband to come home and take care of it! Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be back for a while, so I used my fail-proof method trapping spiders and other creepy-crawlies. The "plastic bowl and tape" method. Please observe:
It took me a good 20 minutes to even get the bowl over the darn thing because I kept staring at its many legs. Meanwhile, my trusty sidekick Max had come downstairs to investigate and give me moral support. Isn't he a little ham?
Please tell me that I am not alone! Who else hates things with too many legs?