In the past 24 hours, I've killed three scorpions inside the house, and two tarantulas in the garage. My husband laughs because I'm always the one finding these things. Well, of course I am, because I'm the only one looking for them.
If I'm walking outside, my eyes are moving right to left and up and down.... who knows what's going to be crawling out of the flower beds or dropping down from the trees. And every morning under the arbor that's near the chicken coop, there's a new spider web that was constructed during the night. So my first walk through that courtyard in the morning must be with my 'spider-stick,' which is just a long and sturdy branch that had fallen from one of the pecan trees. It's the perfect size for swatting away the webs.
The tarantulas were just sitting there on the garage floor this morning.... one was right near my car, so of course now I'll be thinking that there could be a tarantula inside my car one day. Is it possible for one of them to crawl up a tire, get underneath the hood, and then find its way into the car's interior? Tarantulas are the darkest velvet-black in color.... the interior of my car is also black. I'm doomed.
And how does one kill a tarantula? I used the wasp spray... you can stand far enough away so that if the tarantula jumps (as they do) they won't land on you. I am certainly not going to squish them with my shoe. I don't squish anything larger than an ant with my shoe, and besides that, tarantulas are big (huge) and wouldn't be easy to squish in the first place.
After the wasp spray killed and demobilized the tarantulas, I couldn't bring myself to sweep them up in the dust-pan or even pick them up with that long clippy-thing...... I left them on the garage floor and when my husband came downstairs I asked him to pick them up and throw them into the trash can.
My husband told me that as soon as he saw the look on my face this morning, he knew something had happened. When he asked me what was wrong, I just looked at him and said: "Two. Not one. Two. Tarantulas. Garage floor. Dead."
I repeat: I'm doomed.
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