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Eight-Legged Terror

I hate spiders.

Any normal person would agree that they're nasty, creepy little buggers.

Sure, they serve a purpose and as long as they stay outside and mind their own business, I have no beef with them. But as soon as they sneak inside my house? They're signing their death warrant.

We recently bought our first house. It has a basement that we dream of remodeling one day when we're ridiculously rich or, you know, save up the funds.

In the basement there are...

...spiders.

It really can't be helped. There are too many cracks and crevices from the outside leading in for them to not come in. Still, when they dare to enter my domain, they're squished.

I honestly hadn't thought much about the spider presence in the basement, though my 8-year-old had complained plenty about them. He had warned me several times that the spiders were waiting to attack should he risk going down to use the second bathroom.

But I didn't listen.

I had the audacity to march downstairs and start a load of laundry. Completing my task, I came back upstairs, added some wood to the fireplace, smiled at the husband, and attempted to walk into the kitchen only to have said husband scream at me to, "Stop!"

I thought I was about to walk into a spider.

It was much worse...there was already a spider hitching a ride on my neck!

My Knight in Shining Armor flung out a mighty hand and flung the foul beast from my neck, to the floor, where our children promptly started screaming hysterically before it was squashed to smithereens.

I will never go down into that basement again!