arachnophobia redux

It was raining cats and dogs and (apparently) spiders the other day, when this thing showed up on our back porch. Winston was the first to spot it, while I was the first to scream at it. It was so still for so long that the Mr and I actually thought it was dead. I even considered giving it half-hearted funeral after the storm passed. (Not really, I mostly considered making the Mr get that thing the heck off out of my sight as soon as the last drop of rain had fallen.)

But when the rain stopped and I went to check on the spider big enough to apply for its own driver’s license, it was gone. It was just like at the end of the horror movie when the surviving college co-eds burn, shoot, stab and pour acid on the masked villain, but as soon as the cops show up, the body disappears. And the killer–or in my case the spider–lives to make a sequel. I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.