Fear Ye Not...Maybe

While I was at work I decided I needed to face something I was "afraid" of:

SPIDERS

They are yucky and I'd rather have nothing to do with

them.  Normally I would have gotten someone

else to kill it, but I decided, "No!  I'm going to kill it!  I can't

live in "fear" my whole life!"  So I got a cardboard box and tried flinging

it off the stairs to the floor where I would then smash it.

It didn't quite work as planned because it kept crawling in a corner

and I couldn't get it.  Then I started commenting on how

big its bum was and then I started sharing stories about

how I had heard of people smashing spiders

only to have babies fly everywhere.

Sooooo, I decided not to kill it.

I got myself a big strong man, my boss, Nate, and told

him where this nasty "little" bugger was.  I thought he

was going to smash it with his foot, but NOOO he

thought grabbing it with paper towels would be the best

option.  He found it, squeezed it, it fell out of the paper

towel, and BABIES, BABIES flew EVERYWHERE!!

Little tiny babies littered the floor.  The life was literally

stomped out of them after seconds of being

born...and then their mamma was killed and flushed

just as soon.

My case and point, I am glad I didn't try and 

overcome my fear that day, otherwise my life would have

been completely ruined.  Had I attempted this, I
would have had to permanently wait for a boyfriend/fiance/husband,
a dad, brother, boss, or neighbor to come and kill that rancid arachnid.

Until next time...when it doesn't have babies...
then I shall be a spider killer.

I'll just stick to being the work fly killer.