My day started off with a hunt.
Not an easter egg hunt. Those cadbury eggs are yummy!
Not a bargain hunt. Lookin' at the calendar, it'll be a while before I am out on my own again :).
It started off with a
And I am NOT a fan of spiders.
This tale of woe (and eventual victory!!) starts off in the bedroom. I went to make the bed. (I have an issue about my bed being made that is really quite nuts, but, I MUST make my bed, even before I leave my house, because if I come home and the bed is NOT MADE, my world completely falls apart!!! This is not a universal quirk, because my kitchen counter can look like a disaster, and I'm really okay! I will even make my bed, if for some uncanny reason it has not yet been done, just BEFORE BED so I can climb into a made bed. It's very weird.) I moved my fluffy pillows off the floor and there. On the baseboard. Was a spider.
Not a daddy long legger.
Not a puffy little eight-legged friend.
This was one mean, lean lookin' arachnid.
Thinking I had time to grab a shoe, I tossed my pillows on the bed.
When I looked down, it. was. GONE!!!
In my BEDROOM!
The place where I SLEEP!! MY SANCTUARY! What if it crawled up onto my head while I was dreaming! They say the average person eats 8 spiders in their lifetime. What if this was one of mine!?!? I didn't have my glasses, so everything looked kinda fuzzy. Then I saw motion.
Not only was it ugly, it was a speedy little bugger too.
And it went under the bed.
Sigh. I would never sleep again.
I grabbed the broom, cleared out the one and only thing under my bed, grabbed my specs and started to HUNT. To my credit, there is only a little bit of dust under the bed. Nothing else. But I could NOT locate the spider.
Seeing that I needed to have the girls and myself out the door in just over an hour, I had little time to spare. I left the broom handy just in case I discovered my little stealthy rival.
As I was drying my hair, Little M lets out a squeal! Apparently, she had just seen a bug with three legs. (THREE? EIGHT? Who's counting, right :P?) And it had skittered into THEIR ROOM! The chase was back on, with me lifting things off the floor, and her hawk-eyes that never miss A THING looking for our bug.
And there it was. Freaky lookin' critter. Cowering by Sweet K's crib. In a moment of bravery, I took off my slipper, gave it a good whack whack WHACK! It put up a valiant effort, but I was bigger.
The look of adoration in Little M's eyes was totally worth it.
A feeling of victory coursed through my veins as we did the "We Killed The Spider" dance.
It was a good way to start the day :).
In the spirit of classic rock.... Weeee are the champions..... WEEEE are the champions. NO time for loooosers .... cause we are the chammppions! Of the world!! (fun song, terrible unitard!!!)