It is an irrational fear, I know that. I don't run screaming for the woods when I see a spider but I also can't take my eyes off them when I am in the vicinity. Something about having eight legs moving all at once just creeps me out.
When I'm outside, I just treat them as a grizzly bear with cubs. I slowly back away and go a different route and that has served me well over the years. The one instance in which I didn't do that because I couldn't is documented in this post and well worth the read if you haven't read it before. That happened to be the largest spider I have had the pleasure of meeting and still makes me shudder every time I think about it.
So why am I writing about this now?
As I was writing my last post in my office downstairs, I happened to see a spider crawl up on top of a box of used business cards that I use as scratch paper. (For some reason, I always got business cards where ever I worked but only handed out perhaps a dozen my entire career so I ended up with nearly a case of business cards when I stopped working.)
Anyway, the spider without any disregard to its well fare, got down off the box of business cards and proceeded to walk towards my hands on the keyboard. Self preservation at that point took over and my right hand grabbed the checkbook and dispatched the sucker, who was as huge as a quarter!
At least I thought so.
As I scraped his remains, again using my multi-tool of a checkbook, into the trashcan, he suddenly came to life when he landed on a letter in the top of said trash can and scurried into the depths of the trash in it. Great, now I have a pissed off spider who will surely wait until night before escaping, crawling down my throat as I sleep and taking a dump. I just couldn't have that.
So while not taking my eyes off the trash can opening, I carried it upstairs and emptied it into the kitchen trash can. I used the drawstrings and by folding over the top, tied it closed and carried it immediately outside to the outside can. I'm hoping the spider and I now have a truce. If he can escape out of the tied off trash bag and garbage can before the trash guys come next week, he is free to go and I won't pursue him further.
But I still might stay awake tonight just to be safe.