Attack of the Teeny Tiny Tarantulas

My parents live in a secluded area. It’s not the country, exactly, but they have a huge yard with an area of overgrown woods we used to explore as kids. Naturally, there were all kinds of bugs and animals hiding in its midst. And spiders.

We came upon one of these spiders when hiking through with my brother. It was a tarantula, I’m pretty sure. Though we didn’t stick around long enough for a personal examination. We quickly darted off as fast as we could run and never looked back. If my nightmares serve correctly, I actually think it jumped at us.

Not long after, I was busy listening to music in my room when I hear a rustling. My wall was covered with posters and I thought maybe one had fallen down. I look around, though, and nothing. So I turn the radio back on, but I hear it again. At this point, my interest is peaked. What in the world…?

When a tarantula crawls down my wall. From behind one of my posters.

I screamed. Like a girl. And ran. Like a bat out of hell. Leaving my bumbling parents to take care of it.

I’ve never felt the same about spiders since.

So even though the spider that Jedi pointed to as it crawled across my bedroom was small and black and probably harmless, they all resemble a hairy tarantula poised to attack now. I had to take care of it, though, when I would have preferred to run and scream. Because being a parent means doing things you really don’t want to do. Even when it involves giant (tiny) hairy (or not) arachnids.

10 Responses

  1. 1
    Tina says:

    You crack me up! My husband is deathly afraid of spiders and cries like a girl if he sees one. You didn’t kill it did you? I just scoop them up and take them outside.
    I hope the spiders leave you alone from now on… :)


    From: C. (Kid Things)
    on April 30th, 2010

    @Tina, Well, it was still alive when I flushed it down the toilet. Does that count?


  2. 2
    Stacia says:

    I feel the same way about bees and wasps. One got into our house last summer, and I squished it dead with my shoe. It took Every. Last. Bit. of motherly courage I could muster.
    .-= Stacia´s latest blog post: A Mother’s Intuition =-.


    From: C. (Kid Things)
    on April 30th, 2010

    @Stacia, Don’t even get me started on bees and wasps. Those are much, much worse.


  3. 3

    I’m not a big fan of spiders either although living where we do I let them live as long as they stay outside. The first year we moved to this house I was so disgusted by the amount of spiders around this house (literally dozens and dozens…I should take a picture to prove it). The next year I made my husband kill all the spider eggs we found. That summer we realized why there were so many spiders. We live on a slough so there are a lot of mosquitoes and tiny flies. That summer was unbearable to be outside. The next year I let the spiders live and we were a lot happier. I pick a spider over any other insect-like creature.
    .-= Marilyn (A Lot of Loves)´s latest blog post: Scream. Scream. Spit. Laugh. =-.


  4. 4

    Ugh…I’m shuddering just reading this. I can’t. Handle. Spiders. It’s irrational and ridiculous — they’re so small, and honestly harmless — but I freak when I see one. We’re talking an arm flailing, weeping-screaming-sobbing freak out.

    I had to smoosh one not all that long ago, in my son’s room. It was stealthily stalking down the walk towards his bed. Man, that took every ounce of Mama-bear courage I had in me.
    .-= Crystal @ Semi-Crunchy Mama´s latest blog post: Playing with Sticks =-.


  5. 5

    I spent a small ammount of time in Peru back in the day, and I found a big hairy T under my bed one night. I freaked.
    .-= designHer Momma´s latest blog post: Birthday Looooooove =-.


  6. 6
    jesser says:

    Ugh. I hate bugs, but I hate surprises like that just as much. We cleaned out the shop vac this weekend while working around the house and out pops a dead mouse. I totally screamed.


    From: C. (Kid Things)
    on May 3rd, 2010

    @jesser, Ew. I would have screamed, too.


  7. 7
    SeriousMom says:

    My grandmother always said spiders were a sign of good fortune, so I never killed them, just removed them from the house. Then last year, my bull mastiff had an allergic reaction to what I believe was a spider bite. He had half-dollar sized hives all over his body. Now I just DESTROY them.
    .-= SeriousMom´s latest blog post: Fuck isn’t a bad word. =-.


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