While making our traditional trip to Wal-Mart after church yesterday, I asked Lloyd to drive by the house so we could get our Icee cups to re-fill them. I got out the car, ran to the house, but was frozen at the front door by this giant spider. I would have put a quarter by him for scale but a) I was terrified and b) I’m pretty sure he would have eaten it.
Karla says
What did you do with him? I had one make a web between my car and the bushes next to my car. The morning I discovered him, I had to get in my car from the passenger side and drive off. His web broke and he was with the half that was stuck to the car -- of course. I drove like mad, hoping he would get blown off the car, but he was still there when I got to work. Because I knew I would be his next victim if I didn’t do something about him, I knocked him off the car and stomped. I wasn’t prepared for the splatter pattern. Yeck!
Lauren says
Thanks. Now I’ll be terrified to leave the house this morning. What if he’s built a web to trap me?????!?!?!?
Peggy says
Hey, that looks like the spider in Spiderman … let it bite Lloyd … think of the future posts you could have!
anti-Lauren says
…Then he kissed Kirsten Dunst, again. I don’t know why I stay with him, but he spins those marvelous webs…
Brad says
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
Boris the spider
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Karla says
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Deanne says
Awwww, poor Boris…
Peggy says
Brad & Karla,
Who are you? Who? Who? Who? Who?
Mark says
I took my laundry into the basement of Philip Hall one night. In the sink was a big, hairy Gray spider that must have been two inches long. He (she?) reared back on its back hind legs as if it were going to leap at my face.
Luckily I was doing laundry and one more pair of shorts JUST fit.
Peggy says
HA!
Lauren says
* Jibblie Jibblie Jibblie *
Beth says
Heh.