Ore sama to Chibi

So this morning Chi-bi started crying and calling for me in a panic. Here is what she is saying about it.
Mommy came in and she killed the spider, and she told me what kind it was. And it was a wolf spider. "how did you know it was one the the bad ones?” (mom) (Chi-bi) “I knew it was a bad one because it was brown, I did know it was a bad one because of its bum.”
After rescuing the child from the big bad spider, we looked at, I told her it was a Wolf Spider. Then wasn’t sure cause I thought it might be a brown recluse. So we Looked it up, images of it so she could see booth and the bites of booth so she will avoid them. There was in the shower with me that I got down the drain, they don’t float and can’t swim. So if they are in the sink or tub.. near a toilet you can wash them down. I like spiders, and they don’t really freak me out. I hate and can’t stand roaches!!
This is the 4th wolf spider I had to kill in the apt in the last two months
Looking a the pictures we found this really funny blog about a guy and his experience with them, the comments on his blog were just as funny as his story. I am soo sorry that this happened to him. But it made little one and me laugh because of our experience today. So I am going to share it with you.

“Face to Face with a Wolf Spider: Not Good

2 01 2008

The following is a true story. I wish it were not, and I am risking my very manhood making it public, but it is true. When we moved into our house, we discovered it to be the shelter for a plethora of spiders. I believe this to be the result of two main factors: 1. It was a relatively new neighborhood and had previously been a field. 2. Our particular house was only about a year old when we bought it and had been vacant for a month or so due to the previous owner having to move for her job.

Many a spider had been enjoying the human-free environment, and when we moved in, it became a daily occurrence to have a standoff with one of the eight-leggers. Let me make this clear: I do not like seeing, hearing about, reading about, or having nightmares about spiders. I realize they do good things for us, such as kill unwanted pests, but I prefer they do that just outside of the house or in the crawlspace. Having said this, the majority of the spiders we came across were small and looked pretty harmless. Yeah, “most” but not “all.”

For those of you who are not aware of the wolf spider, think tarantula but smaller (not THAT much smaller, though). We had the misfortune of finding a couple of these suckers in our house the first couple of months. The story below is about the dark, early morning that we had our closest call with one of these things. (I’ll say this right now. I’m the type of person that does not really like to kill things, even flies, but…sorry PETA…I’m not letting large spiders run around in our house, nor am I likely to be able to stand trapping it and putting it outside).

My wife likes to work out. She does not often miss a day, not even on a holiday, not even when she has to get up in the extreme a.m. during the overtime hours of tax season (she’s an accountant). One dark, early morning, as I no doubt lay snoozing in bed, possibly having a dream that involved a deserted island and that main woman from Lost, I was startled awake by a frantic wife jumping into bed and yelling something about a big hairy spider on the floor of the closet. Upon gaining full comprehension, I learned that it was a wolf spider “the size of Texas” and that it was actually on top of her workout shirt, which was on the floor.

At this point, I’m thinking to myself, “That’s it. We have to move away. NOW.” It soon became clear that my beautiful wife expected me to do something about the spider. Subsequently, it became clear to her that I had no intention of going anywhere near our closet in the next 24 hours or so.

If you are a guy, or you know any guy, you’ll understand how brilliant her next move was. She calmly stated, “I can call my dad to come over and get it.” It took only seconds for the following thoughts to enter my mind: For the rest of my life, I’ll have to hear the story of how my wife had to wake her dad at 5 a.m. to come kill a spider while her husband hid under the covers. This is the dad who works a real man’s job and hunts. I’m the husband who likes to write and works in psychology. (I do play sports…I felt a real need to throw that in here).

At this point, I had no choice. I was going to have to face one of my worst fears. I slowly got up out of bed and peeked into the closet. There it was. It was big; it was gross; it was staring at me in a mocking fashion, it was basically saying, “I’m huge, and you’re a loser.” My pulse quickened, and I began to sweat. I started thinking maybe we SHOULD call her dad. Maybe we could just avoid all extended family functions in the future. No, that wouldn’t work. I knew I had to take care of the situation. With my wife clutching my back and looking over my shoulder, I picked up a shoe. I was suddenly wishing I had much bigger feet, maybe a size 50, but alas, I was stuck with a size 10. I approached the spider about as fast as a turtle approaches a rock. I walked (or was it that my wife pushed me) closer and closer. I was within a couple feet of the thing when my wife felt it prudent to scream, “It’s a wolf spider. They jump!” Adrenaline pumping, we both flew out of the closet. I nearly broke my arm on the doorway, but I didn’t care. I was sure the spider could do much worse things than that to me. Her screaming, and our running also caused the spider to take cover in the deep recesses of the closet. Once we regained the nerve to go back in, we were deeply saddened to learn that we were going to have to search for the spider.

After some tense shoe box moving, we finally found it in a corner. The whole “jumping” thing had thoroughly freaked me out, and I was no longer willing to go at the thing with a shoe. I was now armed with the extension arm of the vacuum cleaner. This way, I only had to get within a couple feet of the monster. I also was happy to avoid hearing any form of crunching sound that may have occurred if I used the shoe method. With a shaky hand, I turned on the vacuum and jabbed the extension arm toward the creature. After we sucked the thing up, (I think my wife screamed again at this point), we actually put the whole vacuum cleaner out in the garage, fearing that the thing might escape somehow. I believe it was out there for three days before I brought it back in.

So far, we have had no further (knock on wood) close encounters of the giant spider kind. I apologize in advance, but below is a picture link of one of these guys on top of someone’s hands, someone who is obviously very mentally ill.

Yuck” http://licensedtoblog.wordpress.com/2008/01/02/face-to-face-with-a-wolf-spider-not-good/

And my favorite commit was readers digests version of what happened to her. (Mom here again)

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okay you’ve got a plethora of comments, but I had to comment because i sit here at work ( a public library) laughing out loud, and then making a very skewed face, and then recounting my horrid experience with a wolfie myself!
To make a long story short, it was in my boot, I drearily pulled the boot on in the wee hours of the morning on a snowy day, took got ready, got the kids ready, drove them to school…drove home, unzipped my shoe to find the lovely creature looming at me from my ankle, yeah I freaked, threw the shoe nearly hitting my son, stripped the pants off and ran into my bedroom half naked…lol, my son was like what???? Finally picked the shoe up a couple days later to find the thing shriveled up inside, I think I scared it more!

Thanks for the gross story!

Jaime”

NOT POSTING any pictures right now cause I don’t have them. To do so and its really easy to google what they look like.

So Sunday we were joking with dad on a internet video thing. I had asked him to bring me back some more pearls from China. Today is his shopping day, it’s about 5:50am I got his call at 5:30. He was trying to describe some of the different shades of green. When he told me to look on his site that he’ll just post the pictures there. And he did.

This was the fist Picture.

This was the second one. This is also the one that I got to order off of. Looking at the middle and going to the right are some of the colors I got. Only in my family can we truly communicate through blogs, and with photos, I love it. Thank you Dad. You’re the best!! (I sharpened the first photo and color popped booth of them)

If you want to check out my dad’s site its http://grampacraig.blogspot.com/ it’s a really fun site, about the places he has been and some of the cool food he has eaten.