I'm standing in my bathroom, curling my hair this morning, when my son comes to me and says, "I just killed a black widow in the garage. See?"
I almost burned my head whipping around to look at him holding a jar lid with a curled up black widow in it. Spiders give me the willies. Seriously. Ask me sometime about my episode in the shower... But the POISONOUS ones? They really REALLY give me the creeps. I took the lid from J. in morbid fascination, and used a credit card to turn her over to see the infamous red hourglass. Of course, the only thing that could possibly happen did, since I was obviously in the middle of a terrible nightmare: two legs uncurled and twitched in a horror scene of epic proportions. I can't believe I didn't drop the lid as I screamed!
We dropped her in a jar so my husband could see. Today at my son's school they are having a fundraiser where they can pay a dollar and wear a hat all day. My son, being the class clown that he is, went to the garage to find some funky hats from my husband's collection we keep in a cabinet in there. The scary part is the spider had its home among the hats on the bottom shelf, and my son said he saw a big black spider, so he knocked it out onto the floor of the garage, and he caught it on the floor by one leg, and it was trying to escape, and my son hit it with a metal thing to kill it (HE THOUGHT!) and he grabbed a lid from the jar of nails, so he could bring it to me.
I've lived in this house almost 5 years and this is our first black widow.
Now, I have a greater appreciation for Jazzy's horror. She moved to Oregon, and in their new home they killed 5 black widows within the first month.
I'll never sleep the same again!