OK, I'm not sure how Don's going to react to my posting today, but it was a pretty entertaining story, so I had to share!
Yesterday, Don was home from work not feeling well. When he finally got up, I was in the laundry room doing laundry. Both machines were running, and I often think I'm hearing someone talk when I'm down there alone (maybe Ariel leaves her music on, or it's just the way that all of the 'odd' sounds in the house work together). I thought I heard something, but didn't react as I was in the middle of something, and all of the kids were gone (so, how much of an emergency could it be, right?).
About 5 minutes later, Don came into the laundry room and said, 'You didn't hear me call you?' Of course I hadn't, or I'd have gone to see what was up, silly man. He said, 'There was a SPIDER, and you didn't come.' I giggled (he knows I find the fear of a tiny spider kind of comical for a 6'4" man!). He said, 'I had to kill it myself.' And then proceeded to explain how difficult this process can be.
He saw the spider near his closet door opening, and backed off to yell for me, of course, we know that I didn't answer him. So, he thought to himself, 'What would Tracy do?'. He grabbed a shoe...and threw it at the spider...OK, so my wonderful husband is no baseball player, he never claimed to be...and he missed it. The spider proceeded to run into the corner (self preservation at it's best). Don couldn't figure out how to get his size 13 shoe squished into the corner to kill it, so he takes out his Leatherman (multi-tool thing he keeps on his hip at all times). He opened it to it's full size, extended the longest blade and kept the Leatherman splayed open (I think it would have been close to a foot long at this point), and he proceeded to stab at the spider. Of course, the spider ran from this big metal 'stick', which panicked Don slightly. He moved the Leatherman to block the spider's escape along the floorboard. The spider doubled back for the corner, and Don blocked it's escape once again! I'm not sure what he thought he'd do once he had it stopped, but he says he played this game with the spider while it ran back and forth 5 or 6 times. Then, he got close enough that he managed to mangle a few legs, and the spider hurried itself around in a circle for a moment while Don figured out where the shoe that he had thrown earlier went to. Eventually, Don won, and the spider was dead!!

He had come to the laundry room to find me so that I could go get rid of the body! LOL
Well, that wasn't the end of spiders for him yesterday...poor guy! All of the rain must have had them searching for dry space. That wonderful flooring we just installed made it much easier for DJ & Jr to identify a spider as it crawled along the wall (it's not like these things march out into the middle of the room, announce themselves, and then challenge you to a game of dodge ball!). They came to find me...they have long understood that mommy kills the spiders, daddy gets rid of snakes and flying thingies. I went in to see this 'huge' spider, and called Don in to look at it to see if it was the same 'huge' spider that had 'attacked' him this morning. He identified it from across the room as a likely cousin to the one he had dispensed of this morning all on his own. He remained while I took a discarded piece of flooring and squished it against the wall. I threw the piece of flooring back into the garbage and Don wouldn't let me leave the room. 'Get rid of the carcass!' He said. LOL I tried to retrieve the tangled mass of legs, only to find that the piece of flooring was not going to do it. I pulled out the vacuum cleaner and sucked it up. Only then did Don let me leave the room, with a smug smile on his face.



