Friday, August 29, 2008

Aaaaaagh!

I have 19 (yes 19) different folders with selected pictures ready and waiting to become blog posts, but those will have to wait because I have to tell someone about this while my adrenaline is still pumping. Some of you may laugh, but oh well - here we go:

I am scared of spiders, not an unusual fear to have of course. If I remember right they say there are only 2 fears that babies are born with...fear of falling & fear of loud noises. So, I must have developed my fear of spiders at a young age because I can never remember NOT being afraid of them. My dad knew if I called for him to come snuff the life out of a spider that dared enter my room, that he better get it before it ran away or I wouldn't be sleeping in my room until it was found and I saw it swirling down with the toilet water.

Even earlier in our marriage I would put the stream spray on our spray 'n' wash (so I didn't have to get close to a spider) and just chase it, while spraying it, until it couldn't move...then I'd cover it with a cup and leave a note next to it for Mark that said "spider here" and he knew what to do. I remember my mom saying once "you know, someday you'll probably have to do that yourself"...and I remember thinking "Yeah, right." Well, once again, Mom was right...

With the proper motivation I have begun doing a fair share of the spider squishing in our household. What is that proper motivation you may ask? That's easy to answer...my two beautiful baby boys. All I have to do when I see a spider in our house...is picture it crawling on, or biting, Noah's or Lincoln's soft skin and I am revved up. Of course, if there is a more capable exterminator around (aka Mark) then I quickly call for him to take care of things. Also, I don't at all mean to say that I don't get scared when I get close to the spider - but I don't hesitate to do the dirty work and run the risk of the darn thing getting away...less I lay awake picturing the creepy little thing crawling across one of my babies!

SO! Enough background. Here's my story: Today Noah was having a hard time going to sleep for his nap. I could hear him running around his room acting out various scenes from 'Toy Story'. That happens sometimes though, and he'll eventually tire himself out and climb into bed. So, I continued taking care of Lincoln and getting other things done. Then, Noah started banging on/kicking his door for me to come get him. I ignored it for a while, but he persisted. So, I opened the door and in my stern mommy voice told him to get into bed.

Noah proceeded to tell me that there was a bug in the corner of his room. Now, we've been through this several times before. There is a paint chip on the baseboard near the corner of his room. Noah likes to tell me that it is a "bug" (and I can see how with a bit of imagination one could think that). So, the routine is that I touch it and say - nope, it's not a bug, see? That satisfies him, and then we're done.

So, when I asked Noah to get in bed for his nap and he pointed to the corner of his room and told me there was a bug...I began my routine of "honey, it's not a bug, see..." but I quickly stopped when I realized one of these was really there:
Aaaaagh! I don't know for sure if it was a hobo spider, but it sure looked like it. Super scary (for me). I quickly grabbed toilet paper, took off my shoe, and told Noah to stand back in case it was a fast little bugger. I was nervous & sweating, and trying to gather my gumption to attack this thick-legged beasty spider when I heard from the doorway "Go, Mommy! Go, Mommy! You can do it!!" It was apparently just what I needed, and I was promptly able to slay the creepy little invader. I then quickly marched to the toilet, flushed it, we waved goodbye to it, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I have to say - that was Noah's first time cheering me on about anything, and I found the sweet, unsolicited encouragement to be so refreshingly satisfying. I never thought I would be able to even kill a spider on my own...much less find something sweet to remember during the process of doing so!

5 comments:

RTC said...

I hate spiders too! Aaagh indeed!

Heather said...

i can't even kill them cause i'm way too scared....
the thoughts just give me the creeps!

THE WILSONS said...

Oh my gosh! I got the chills just looking at that spider pic! I HATE them. We must have developed the phobia together. I usualy squash them with a shoe. :) Noah is so cute..... "GO Mommy!". :)

Josh said...

Wow, I wish I could have been there to see Noah cheer you on. That's so cool! It really is amazing to see how fast he's growing up.

Leslie said...

That made me laugh. Don't worry you are not the only one scared of spiders. Congrats for getting the spider!!!