Recently, I had a small run-in with a spider in my bedroom. I was on the phone with P&AF (he works nights, so he calls on his break), and I was sorting the laundry. And all of a sudden I saw a huge spider climb across my hand on the laundry. It didn't seem to be a poisonous spider, but it was really big. It filled up the entire bottom part of a pint glass. I screamed, a big terrified, startled scream. And P&AF had no response. He sat on the other end of the phone line and said nothing, as if for some reason the phone failed and didn't manage to carry my scream through.
And I was like, "What the h***? You hear me scream and you don't even mention it?"
This is the second recent occasion of the screaming on the phone with P&AF, as I was also taken by surprise by a group of feral cats at a B of A atm on a night not so long ago. On that occasion, he also ignored the scream.
Anyway, P&AF says, "What? I didn't know you screamed. I thought it was an alarm or something."
Because that would be normal....alarms are always randomly going off in our house.
I ultimately did manage to capture the spider and release him outside. That was how I knew he was the size of the mouth of a pint glass. I generally don't like to kill spiders, but I am always tempted in Las Vegas. I think maybe it will rain if I just smoosh them. But, after all, my spider reverence wins out.
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