Sometimes husbands are useful

A few nights ago, while putting the youngest to bed for the night, there suddenly came a pounding noise from the other side of the house.... sounded like someone was breaking the house down! Quite confusing...and a little unnerving since we're all still a bit rattled after having a burglary a few weeks back (while we were in the house). But as I walked down the passage in the direction of our bedroom, it sounded as if someone was breaking through the roof.... weird.

As I walked into the bedroom, I found my darling husband....standing in front of his open closet. He looked up with this wierd innocent look on his face, and said: 'I don't have any more shoes....'

Uhhh....*frown*

Huh?

Turns out he had been throwing all his shoes against the bathroom ceiling...trying to kill our latest (unwelcome btw) visitor. A rain spider. Man, this thing was Ugly! It had been wandering around our bathroom for a few days already, and we'd hoped it would find its way out the window by itself....but no. It had finally stationed itself right above the toilet, and since it had front legs in the air (which appently means attack mode), this posed a little problem. Everyone refused to use the damn toilet!

So my peace-loving husband decided that was it. His shoe plan didn't work though (his aim was totally out...kinda odd for him), but he did get it with the broom. (I had proposed the more friendly, kind, nature-loving approach....you know, the catch-it-in-a-bottle-and-set-it-free-somewhere-else approach... but I was certainly not going anywhere near it!!)

They say: "They are among the biggest non-tarantula spiders in the world." This one was really huge. And I don't care that they aren't dangerous.....they ain't no friends of mine!