Okay, so I know that as a modern witch I should be able to respect all creatures of this wonderful planet, but I have not found any sort of peace or love for the spiders of the world. They creep me out with their too many arms and legs situation they have going on. I can deal with snakes, I can deal with bugs, but I cannot successfully handle a spider. I have severe arachnophobia. I have been for years. I've slowly gotten better about it. There was a point where I would scream and cry and not be able to be in the same room as one, but this night I managed to handle it pretty well. My biggest concern was not waking the roomie or the boyfriend. Though I have to tell you, my heart was pounding and I felt like there were spiders crawling all over me. I always get like that after seeing one, whether its in real life or on tv. Sometimes hearing a story can bother me.
So not knowing what else to do I flee the room, realizing that I cannot spend the rest of the night in the kitchen, I go back in with a jar. I place the jar over the spider and then retreat to the couch furthest away from the spider-under-the-jar.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "If you can put a jar over it why not kill it?" I have to very valid answers for that:
1. The robot-roomie is strongly against killing spiders. She believes that they should be set free in the wilderness. Not simply because they are one of the goddesses creatures, but also because killing them is apparently bad luck.
2. Because if I attempt to kill it, I will then have to pick it up with a tissue or something to dispose of its dead body. That's creepy, and also it may not actually be dead and could spring back to life and bite me just to get even for the sad attempt at squishing it.
So now that's out of the way. I spent the rest of the night awaiting my rescue. I knew that the boyfriend or the robot-roomie would wake up eventually. I hoped one of them would have to pee, but alas this was an all night situation. I was rather concerned that it could possibly be a mutated super-spider that would get mad enough to knock over the jar and escape, plotting to bite me once I fell asleep, luckily that didn't happen.
Relief finally came at about quarter till 7 when my roommate finally woke up and started making coffee. I informed her of the situation and she too the lid to the jar slid it under the spider and screwed it on. She placed it on the kitchen counter and continued with the coffee-making. She decided to take her coffee back to her room leaving the angry looking jarred spider on the counter. I went to ask her what she was going to do about it, and she said she would take care of it after her first cup of coffee. The only logical thing that this could mean was that she was saving the spider to collect its mutated venom and create a serum to take over the world with, or kill me in my sleep. Because my roommate is quite possibly an evil robot, if I hadn't mentioned that before.
I retreated back to the living room relieved of the situation. But then the boyfriend emerges to leave for work. He asks me about the spider and I explain what happened. He laughs and asks me why I didn't kill it myself. I explain the reasons, and he proceeds to go into the kitchen and spray brake clean into the spiderjar, killing it. My Hero!!!
So the moral of the story is; what seems mundane to some may actually be the makings of a rather eventful night for another. In other words phobia+ imagination + lack of sleep = interesting night.
And if you are trying to figure out why I think my roommate might be a robot, check out my last post Burned Up and I am sure you will see why I think this way. I may do a post strictly on the "100 reasons my roommate is a robot."
Though I wish she was more like GIR, my favorite robot in the world! (Though I love pintsize too he is technically an anthro-PC.)
~peace, love and pixiegiggles~
Shuvanni
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