Yesterday, I did the unthinkable.  ­ At least, it was the unthinkable for me. 

I actually killed a spider.  My arms may have quivered like Jell-O in the middle of an earthquake, but I did it!  If you know me at all, you know I have an irrational fear of spiders, which basically involves screaming and running or just lots of hyperventilating and unintelligible sounds sputtering from my mouth.

However, for once I actually stepped up and took care of business.  Obviously the above actions also occurred, but I can’t be cured of it overnight, right?

Anyway, I was simply minding my own business, cleaning the condo, when I glanced up and saw a black blob about the size of a silver dollar resting on the front door.  Immediately my limbs seized up, my heart started racing, and goosebumps sprouted on my arms and legs.  I furtively glanced around, looking for someone else (Ryan) to deal with the situation.  Unfortunately, I was the only one home.  I knew I only had two options: kill it or leave it there, waiting for Ryan to arrive.  And if I left it there, it would probably crawl somewhere else in the house, never to be found again.  Which I knew would only leave me living in constant fear that it would make an appearance later – perhaps when I was cuddled in bed or taking a shower.   I knew I couldn’t let that happen.  And I’m not the catch and release type, so saving it to live its life in the outdoors was simply out of the question.   I mustered up every ounce of bravery I had within my trembling body, slowly picked up Ryan’s shoe (because I wouldn’t possibly use mine!), crept slowly towards the beast, raised the shoe high into the air, and smashed the life out of the giant spider camped out on my front door.  He picked the wrong home to invade!

Looking at him lying on the floor in a crumpled heap, I couldn’t help but feel a teensy-bit sad.  But only like .05% bad.  I mean, I did just steal his life away and I’m not completely cold-hearted.  But I knew I couldn’t let him extend his stay on my door.  No way!