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[andrewducker]

Erin just had to give me a large hug while I stopped shaking.

We'd wandered into the living room as part of Operation "Clear all this shit up and get it out of boxes" when she grabbed me, twieled me round to face away from the wall and said "Don't look."

Which instantly told me there was a spider on the wall. So I (semi) calmly replied "I'll stare into space while you deal with it."

"I can't" she said.

Which told me that it was bloody huge.

So I turned around and it was tiny. By Bird-Eating-Spider standards, that is. This thing couldn't have eaten anything larger than a sparrow. A bluebird at most. Maybe a raven if it snuck up on it.

So we debated who was going to get rid of it. "Can't we phone Jen or Sana?" was Erin's suggestion, but I vetoed that on the grounds that they live an hour away.

She stood, holding a glass, staring at the spider for over a minute. It was perched about 6 and a half feet up the wall. "I'm scared that if I go for it, it'll fall on me." Great, more images for me.

So I bravely walked up to it, plopped a pint glass over it and slid cardboard underneath it. It calmly took this, obviously waiting to make its move. I knew that it could rush along the side of the edge-turned glass and (in my fear-crazed mind) smash through, leaping onto my hand.

I turned the glass over and it rushed to the side, thwarted by gravity and slippery surfaces. I offered Erin the chance to get a closer look at it, but she didn't seem to be very interested. "Throw it out the window!!!" was, I believe, her expression of disinterest.

So it went flying, the window was swiftly shut and Erin gave me a large hug.

At which point I demanded to be rewarded for my bravery by being allowed to write a journal entry about it.

And there you have it, the tale of Brave Andy and the Killer Spider.

Comments

[heron61.livejournal.com]

Gods that interaction sounds familiar - the only difference here is that imester grew up in the tropics (specifically on Guam, which should otherwise be referred to as the island of giant and deadly insects) and so is amazingly brave and competent at dealing with the larger archacnids that occasionally show up.

[andrewducker]

Erin grew up on Antigua, where she had Tarantulas on her windowsill.


she says she's fine with big bodied creppy-crawlies. But long legs freak her out.

[rahaeli.livejournal.com]

My hero!

And no, that's not sarcastic. Spiders make me all shivery too.

[a-pawson.livejournal.com]

It'll be back. It'll bring its friends. They'll stare at you with their 8 eyes and conjure up evil plans to hang around in corners just out of reach.

[cleodhna.livejournal.com]

You're a brave, brave man.
You remind me of an occasion when my Cthulhu group, following a very creepy session, decamped to the RC's upstairs bar, I screamed like a girl and had to wait in the hallway while my friends put all the balloons that had been scattered about by the party that had been there before us into big black bags.
Erm.

[rainstorm.livejournal.com]

erm, no, Jen and me are *shit* when it comes to those...things..