I absolutely hate those little black, sometimes brown, disgusting little creatures. What is their purpose? What favour are they doing for me? Yes, maybe they keep flies away, but I would rather have a hundred flies bopping around than one single spider leg to touch my skin.
(Especially with the news of this new killer 'false widow' spider.. *shudder*)
Anyway, ever since I can remember, I have had night vision when it comes to spiders. The room could be pitch black but I can spot that crawling beast from miles away.
This was proven this week when I was tucking Princess in to bed.
I'd just kissed her goodnight and pulled the duvet up when I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Scuttling along the skirting board at 100mph. The thing was HUGE. Easily the size of my palm. Nevermind the fact I have small hands, this thing was massive.
Being the super brave woman that I am, I grabbed a
I help up the shoe and whacked that beast as hard as I could. It didn't die. In fact, I think I just made it angry. It charged at me, I squealed and then whacked the bastard again. Six times. Needless to say, this time it died.
I stood up, feeling as proud as punch. I turned to Princess and said "It's fine, it's gone now."
To which she replied "Wow Mummy, thak you. You just saved my life!"
She has now been telling the story to anyone who will listen of how Mummy killed the massive spider all week.
That's right. I'm Super Mum!
Disclaimer: I am not sorry I killed that spider, or of the hundreds I have killed before it. And sorry Grandma, but I just don't believe it brings me bad luck. They should know better than to step in to my house.
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