Mathes was playing with one of his toys
yesterday, shaking it and trying to get one of the pieces out that was
stuck inside. He asked me for help, which I had no problem doing. So I
began shaking it too and peering inside the little slot on the side,
looking to see just where that errant piece had gotten lodged. With my
eye pressed to the opening, suddenly I see a spider, inside the
toy, charging straight for me! Of course, being the calm, cool and
collected person that I am in the presence of a spider, I panicked, (”AHHHHHHH!”) threw
the toy across the room as hard and fast as I could, and began yelling
for my husband to come quick! Craig saunters over, and when I explain my
“trauma” he examines the toy, sees the spider as it dizzily
crawls out, informs me it’s only a tiny spider and was probably far more
frightened of me than I am of him (doesn’t he know me at all?!?),
and then proceeds to squash it at my insistence. What also grossed me
out was that Gracen had this same toy in her crib with her last night,
right next to her face. All I can think is that spider crawled inside
that toy, thinking it’s a great place to lay her eggs, and the little
sac is in there now, evilly pulsating (because all evil egg sacs pulsate, didn’t you know)
waiting for it’s moment of revenge, where they will all emerge in the
Spring to wreak havoc and avenge their mothers untimely death at our
hands! Ok, just a tad overdramatic, but I’m still a bit freaked out by
my eye level view of said arachnid. Hey, what can I say, I’m a big baby
when it comes to the eight legged creepy crawlies. *shudder*!
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