The creatures here are hideous. I killed a big brown recluse spider today in my bathroom. It was just lollygagging around in the sink, waiting to bite the hell out of someone, probably me. It was bigger than a quarter (including his legs) and since I'm terrified of them I first tried to drown it. (Let me just tell you that a bite from a brown recluse can lead to gangrene. This is not something I'm willing to mess with.)
I turned the water on in the sink (hot, of course, all the better to burn it with) and filled it up. When that little bastard didn't drown (do spiders breathe?) I scooped him up in a cup and brought him outside where I stomped the heck out of him. In Mike's shoes, not mine. Like I'd risk my penny loafers or something. Sheesh!
In the two years we've lived here we've found five of these bastards, all in the downstairs bathroom. Just what I need is that to be floating around in my head next time we have a tornado warning and I have to sit in there with my kids. Ugh.
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