Eight Legged Freak

Eight Legged Freak

There I was, minding my own business, being a good girl by writing my talk for sacrament meeting tomorrow. I looked around the room for inspiration, and what do I see in the corner, casually plotting my demise? This:
No, it is not a cane spider. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t want to know. It was the size of a small child. It is dead. Micah sprayed it. He is my hero. The end.

2 thoughts on “Eight Legged Freak

  1. I hate spiders, but I have a question, just how big is a “small child?” I want to know how big it is compared to something else, because Jess and I killed (by boot) two HUGE spiders a couple of days ago, which were the size of about 2 quarters (and that’s being stingy). It would have been nice to have a strong man around.

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