In this new, single lifestyle, I am finding certain survival skills come in handy.
Such as arachnid wrestling.
This morning I “kilt” a spider the size of my big toe, in my bathtub, with a giant handful of toliet paper.
It looked something like this. (Pre-smash of course)
I would have taken a picture of it post-smash but I was too busy freaking out and dancing around half naked, trying not to touch the spider guts and visualizing it ressurecting itself out of the wad of toliet paper and creepy-crawling right on up my arm.
EEEEEK, I SAY!!!!
The bright side?
Out loud anyways.
There may or may not have been some squeaking, gasping “no, no, no, no, no’s” being uttered.