I think I'm going to cry. I was enjoying a relaxing afternoon nap in my bed when I rolled over and opened my eyes to a GIANT Spider crawling up the curtains. I blinked twice to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. We don't have tarantulas in Pocatello. I gasped...I blinked again...it was still there...I felt all the air being sucked from my lungs...I ran down the hall screaming for Anton to come and save me from this formidable beast. He undoubtedly thought the bedroom had just started on fire or that I'd climbed out of bed just to leave my arm lying there on the pillow. He felt the panic in my voice and rushed to the room. It had been maybe fifteen seconds from the last tortuous sighting AND IT WAS GONE!! We looked (well, Anton looked) high and low to no avail. How could something so huge hide so well? I'm sure he was in a corner, saliva oozing down his hairy fangs, watching us with his eight beady eyes and twenty-seven cousins.
I've been brave up till now. I've been smashing spiders left and right for weeks now. But this, oh, this nightmarish arachnid is just too much. With a shaky hand I dialed the phone. With a quivering voice I spoke to pest control. They will be here tomorrow afternoon... and every three months after that. Thank the heavens above for chemical-weilding bug-killers.