Friday, July 02, 2010

I Kill My Own Spiders

A number of years ago my dad read a column to me that was written by humor columnist Dave Barry.  It was titled, "From Here on, Let Women Kill Their Own Spiders."

I was thinking of that title this week, because it's summer, and I live in a basement.

Life in a basement generally always means that there is a spider or two to be found.

Life in a basement in the summer can mean that spiders are a regular occurrence.

And this week I've killed at least three or four.  I don't even scream anymore.

Not only that, but the other day, I walked through the laundry room on my way to the little basement bathroom I use at Grandma's, and noticed a spider.  I just couldn't be bothered to kill it.  It wasn't in my bedroom or bathroom, so I just ignored it.

I've come a long way.

And I kill my own spiders.


Anonymous said...

I kill my own spiders...only because Kiki doesn't seem to think that's an acceptable thing on her list of three items on her "job description" as the household cat. ;-)

Lisa said...

how could Kiki not consider that part of her job description? :)

kirsten michelle said...

That's awesome!! That column is hilarious.

I hate spiders. And my sis (who I lived with for awhile) who is not the least bit dainty about killing ugly insects, once called me down to her basement bedroom with trepidation in her voice. On the wall was just about the hugest spider I have ever seen that was not behind glass. Rather than risk spider guts on the wall, we used a plastic cup and a magazine to remove him, and usher him to his proper place outside.

You are braver than I am. I still hate those little suckers, though I imagine seeing them all the time makes it easier just to get the job over and done with. ;o)

Lisa said...

oh, don't get me wrong, I still hate them, I just think I'm slightly immune these days due to sheer volume of sightings and don't feel the need to kill every single one!