It was a monster of a spider!!! I mean MONSTER!!!! I swear that at first glance he was 2 feet across and was grinning at me! I HATE SPIDERS!!!
Fortunately I squelched my first reaction to toss anything and everything in sight at it in hopes to kill the creature while screaming bloody murder. My aim is not good and it was too close to the television to risk anything. Besides, this was not my home and I doubt that PL would like to come home and find her things broken and in disarray.
I whimpered and watched it walk up near the window. I had hoped Chloe the cat would attack it, but my sounds must have scared her and she raced out of the room. Or maybe she is afraid of spiders, too, especially ginormous ones.
Knowing PL is a nature lover I knew she had no bug spray around and there was not a flyswatter in sight. I thought that maybe if I could find a big enough jar I could place it over the spider and catch it if I did not faint first. (I was too afraid to faint as I could then picture it crawling all over me!!)
Hunting through her kitchen, I kept one eye on the beast as I was afraid it would try to sneak up behind me and wrap me in spider silk to store me away for a long winters supply of food. The idea of being sucked dry by a spider sent chills down my spine.
I finally found a mason jar with a lid! Now anyone who knows how fearful I am of spiders will realize that this feat for me is like leaping out of a plane with no parachute! I whispered a prayer that this hairy, long-legged thing would not jump on me.
I steadied the jar and took aim, then SMACK! it was over the spider. He immediately ran up into the jar!
I was so thankful as I screwed the lid on! Once he was trapped I sat the jar down and started dancing around squealing --Ewwww! Ewww! Ewwww!
When I finally calmed down. I slowly moved closer and began to examine this creature. When I placed a finger up against the glass, he jumped towards it like attacking! I jumped away, squeaked out a small scream and almost fell on my bottom. Gathering my courage up off of the floor and tucking it back inside me, I moved to the jar again.
I was able to examine this enormous arachnid. Suddenly I realized my camera was in the car, so I ran out to get it. Focusing through the lens I forgot my fear and began taking photo's of him. I took quite a few. I kept wondering where I could send the photo's so someone could tell me what kind of spider it is. Maybe it is a brand new species! I think I read in the paper or saw in the news that some lady found an odd one while mowing her yard.I could name it the Roseicuras Ickious.
When I sat down to relax again and finally eat, I kept feeling like there were other spiders creeping around the room, peering at me from behind furniture. Chills crawled up my spine and shivers swept down my arms and legs.
What was that? Every little sound made me jump. i tried to focus on the television show but my imagination saw things crawling under the couch on which I sat. I drew my feet up onto it. The shadows from the weeds outside danced around the room and I kept thinking of other spiders skittering around. After all, there are many eggs in a spiders egg sac, not just one. There could be dozens of his brothers and sisters just waiting for the opportunity to tackle me, spin me up into silk and release their sibling to share the feast!!!
Time to go home!!!