Ewwwwwwww

I was crochet beading; it was around 9pm. Greg came into the kitchen and I heard him say, “Is that a huge roach…?…. What the… it’s a spider! I really huge spider!”


I called out from the office room, “Oh my gosh! Please kill it!” Greg answered, “Well, of course.” My man, my hero. I continue to bead crochet and I hear a [splat] and “Aleta, come quick! I need your help!”

Thoughts racing, “Did the spider bite him? How BIG was this thing?”

I run into the kitchen and Greg said, “It was pregnant and there are thousands of baby spiders!”

OMG! I was freaking out! I grabbed my shoes and did a stomping dance around the kitchen, all the while screaming, “EWWWW!!! EWWWWWE EWWWWWWWWEWEWEWWWWWWW!”

Greg said, “I popped that little prego sack and it busted all over the place.”

That was a first for both of us ~ a pregger spider and all the babies running around. Shivers just thinking about it. I’d want to feel sorry for the momma and babies, but… shivers.. Just think, if she gave birth how many spiders we’d have in the house?! OMG…

(I wish I would have grabbed the camera, but I was too freaked out to take pictures.)