I was about to go out the front door to head off to work, when I looked up and saw — THIS!
Like a good wife, I called Hubbs at work. He said, “It’s just a baboon spider, or a rain spider. It looks big and dangerous, but it isn’t. Don’t you remember learning about them on that spider course we did on Valentine’s Day?”
He calmly suggested the mop-and-bucket method of eviction.
Where’s a knight when you need ’em?
So I had another close look at the alien invader. I don’t know nuttin’ about spiders, but this one sure looks like it has a swollen belly. Maybe it’s a preggers female about to pop? Agh shame, maybe it’s got labour pains?
I called Mom. She packed up laughing at my hysterics. I said, “Are you still coming around later this morning?” “Hmm…. I’m not sure yet….”
She suggested I phone our neighbours. Or the police. Or the fire brigade. Or – a stroke of genius! – the woman from Butterfly World in Klapmuts who gave us that course!
But I have a sneaking suspicion Esther won’t be all that keen to drive ALLLLLL the way from Klapmuts in rush-hour traffic… not with petrol costing more than R10 a litre. Not even if I promise her a whole jar of my freshly baked chocolate cookies!
However, I clearly cannot go to work with Mr (Mrs?) Big Hairy 8-Legged Monster hanging off my ceiling! I need to set up a vigil underneath it to make sure it doesn’t go off to seek sanctuary in the winter paraphernalia of umbrellas and anoraks hanging nearby. Oh my goshels, what if THAT’s where it’s been all along?!
If you are brave enough to evict it, EMAIL ME!!!