Excuse Me While I Freak The Hell Out

For some reason, this one stumped me again and I couldn’t think of a thing until I remembered a little incident I had in the kitchen with Andru about a week ago. First let me start by saying, I really, really, really dislike spiders and unlike some bloggers who post pictures of what they are going to talk about, I absolutely refuse to post a picture of a spider.

I’ve had many such incidents throughout my life but it wasn’t until I became a mom that I really had to start handling it, you know? Before, I could just run screaming from the room and make the husband or the brother or the dad take care of it. And I’m not lying, that happened many many times.

At this point, I’ve taken care of many spiders in my life time. And on one hand it makes me sad, because they are living things too. But then I realize that there’s just something about their creepy crawliness that makes my skin tingle, but not in a good way. It was probably one of my siblings when I was young, but someone told me we actually ate spiders and bugs while we slept. Ugh! Can you imagine? Makes me never want to sleep.

Anyway, I had just gotten home from work and was upstairs changing my clothes when Andru freaks out (I must have given him my fear of spiders). I ran downstairs to see what had happened and he said, “Mom, go look in the kitchen.”

I walked into the kitchen but didn’t see anything. He actually had to point it out to me.

The thing was hanging from the ceiling right by the stove. Now, how am I possibly supposed to dispose of a spider when I can’t smash it with a shoe or something handy around the kitchen. Andru actually went to find a shoe but I said, “If you throw a shoe at it, it will go flying who knows where and then what will we do?”

He did the whole Andru thing where he screwed up his face and thought about it for a second. “That’s true.”

I did the whole weebly wobbly thing where I curled up around my knees and said,”I hate spiders, ew, ew, ew!” but I did the only thing a mom can do in such instances. I grabbed a paper towel and very slowly creeped toward it – those things jump sometimes, I kid you not. I punched my hand out quickly and did a smashy thing with my hand, jumped in the air screaming “ew” and threw it on the ground. Andru ran over with the shoe and was about to finish it off when I said, “Buddy, it’s already squished.”

“Are you sure, Mom?”

I responded by picking it up so he could see how very squished it was and threw it in the garbage.

So yeah, whenever I see a spider, I take a moment to freak out and would say something like “Please excuse me while I freak the hell out,” but it sort of usually goes unspoken.

What is it about being a mom that makes us do things we wouldn’t normally do, like rushing in and killing spiders when our first instinct is to go hide in the bedroom under the covers and pray there isn’t one under there. I don’t know, but I pretty much end up feeling like a bad ass because, you know, I faced that fear and took care of things for my babies, even if it was just a spider the size of the tip of my pinky.

I hope you all enjoyed my spider story that was prompted by SoCS and the word “excuse” brought to us this week by Leigh. Have a fabulous Saturday!


23 thoughts on “Excuse Me While I Freak The Hell Out

  1. Ha, I loved your post! First of all, I share your strong aversion to bugs and have had many similar scenarios of me rushing out of a room asking for someone to kill a bug. πŸ™‚ I remember once my former boss told me she asked her husband to kill a bug for her in the basement as she did their laundry but he wouldn’t come. She laughed, but if it had been me, I would have been pissed! Anyway, I also appreciated how you’ve stepped up to handle this since becoming a mom; I once supervised a staff of college students with one who had a bug phobia, and would go to her dorm to kill a bug for her since she’d get hysterical — meanwhile I never was that brave otherwise. πŸ™‚ So, I thoroughly enjoyed your post — oh, and thanks for no spider pic! (I too hate bug photos; sometimes if I find a weird bug and want to look it up to see what it is, I don’t, because it seems every website mentioning a bug HAS to include a picture of said bug, and usually blown up to many times larger than its actual size!)

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  2. Great tale, I’m not keen on them either. Once when my eldest son was a little fellow we had a swimming pool drying out in the yard and I decided it needed to be put away. I pulled it back from where it was lying to hear my son exclaim, ‘Look dad a worm.’ It was in fact a black snake that I had to dispose of rapidly.

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    • Snakes aren’t as bad for me because, I don’t know, I don’t normally find them crawling around my house. But anything that surprises you like that is no fun. Thanks for stopping by and your comment. πŸ˜‰


    • I’m glad you liked it. I had no plans on how to tell the tale and probably would have edited that particular line out. Lol.

      Being a mom is just like that, but it is amazing. πŸ™‚

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  3. For some reason, spiders don’t bother me. I usually catch them in a jar by slipping a card underneath and put them outside. Cockroaches are another story. I feel the same about roaches as you do about spiders. Now that I’m married, my husband is the chief roach killer. But when I’ve had to destroy them myself, I get this warrior adrenaline thing happening. It’s really weird for a lover of animals. The adrenaline keeps me from feeling sorry for them.

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    • Yeah, if the boyfriend is here, he gets them outside. Sadly, it was just me and Andru, so it got squished. Thanks for stopping by! πŸ˜‰


  4. I liked the “weebly wobbly” part as well, so maybe no editing was a benefit. (I sometimes wonder if I do edit out good parts of my posts, but l know I’m wordy. That’s why I love SoCS: all’s fair in love and SoCS, right?)

    Re killing spiders, I spare daddy-long-legs, but all the rest within the walls of my house are fair game: there are brown recluse and black widow spiders in my area, and I’ve had some serious reactions to insect bites in the past.

    So true: being a parent has brought out bravery that I didn’t know was in me.

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    • I wonder about the editing as well but it’s good to know some things straight from my brain are solid.

      Parenting brings out so many things like that. It’s a joy and a curse! πŸ˜‰

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  5. Oh man, I hate spiders!

    Two years ago I was reading on the back porch… and felt a tiny bite on the inside of my arm. I looked down and this tiny, tiny, tiny spider had bitten me. I flicked it off and went on reading. The next morning, my arm was all red and blotchy – and getting worse by the minute. I showed a friend at work who promptly said, “Hey! You better not mess with that!”

    I didn’t take it all that seriously, but did go to the doctor that afternoon. Rather flippantly, I remarked to the doc, “You’re not going to have to amputate, are you?”

    He looked at me very sternly and said, “I hope not.”

    Yikes! πŸ˜€

    Anyway, he put me on a kick-ass antibiotic and my arm slowly returned to normal.

    Good grief – it wasn’t like I’d been bitten by a cobra, for pete’s sake!

    To think I just flicked that spider aside. I should have crushed his butt! πŸ˜€

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