Anyway…
We were banging on the counters and making a lot of noise and ruckus and suddenly this dead spider falls from under the cabinet onto the floor.
It's about the size of a silver dollar and black, and Ammon goes over and looks at it - it's a Black Widow!
So I say - at least it's dead right?
No worries.
We leave it there while we finish working on the stupid stove (which takes us about two more hours – honestly installing a stove should not be this hard)
Ammon goes into the family room to rest and watch some football (DA BEARS! – okay they weren’t on, but mention football, and this phrase is an automatic…but I digress…) and I go get a broom to clean it up.
IT HAS MOVED from it's spot on the floor.
I look down at the dumb thing
It's NOT dead.
It's VERY MUCH alive.
And it's looking at me like I'm lunch!
I yell
IT’S NOT DEAD!!!
he says 'what’s not dead?"
THE SPIDER!
So he comes in, and of course I'm on top of the counter top
freaking out because I have no shoes on
and he comes in barefoot (we are really abiding by this “no shoes in the house” rule) and walks over to it -
and TOUCHES it!
The freakin' most deadliest spider in the world, and he's playing patty cake!
So he gets his shoes on and then a broom and sweeps it up - (of course it’s totally still alive right)
and goes and instead of putting it outside and killing it - (like a normal person) he flushed it down the toilet!
STILL ALIVE!
Now, while I'm sure that flushing it killed it...and he did flush twice…I WILL NOT use that toilet any time soon!
I’ve seen horror movies, I know what could happen, it could come right back up!
After all, it did play dead for two hours so who knows if it isn't laying in wait in there...
