It was the last of a trio of hot consecutive days. The sun was blazing and there were sporadic clouds in the sky...but I was stuck indoors. I just thought it would be nice to describe the day outside my door. So anyway, it was hot. I was a little on edge because I had a lot on my mind. I was thinking about all of the chores and tasks that lie ahead in the next two weeks for me. My hubby was returning from a deployment and we were set to move to Virginia around the same time. In the middle of these thoughts, something caught my eye. It was on my eggshell kitchen wall...the object was moving and my skin began to crawl. It was the mother of all San Diego spiders...it was....A Black Widow. I began to panic but then I realized that my spider spray was at my reach, but then realized that there was no way for me to spray it without getting it everywhere and not succeeding with doing away with the spider. So that idea went out the window. The spider was still for awhile and I refused to take my eyes off of it as I was afraid that if I lost sight of the creature that I would lose my chance and then it would end up in my bed and land on me in the middle of the night. (I know all of you think that way :) The spider was now moving towards the top of my sliding glass door blinds and I saw it jump from the wall to the ledge of the bar of the blinds. Once again, fear ensued...I thought of various ways to try to get it to go to the ground. I threw a balled up sock at it, a cereal box and then, the mother of all weapons for Mexican insect killers, next to the chancla...my broom. I went for the broom and began pestering the spider. I shook the blinds, slammed on the bar and pushed the sliding glass door. In my mind, it was hiding and waiting to take a leap into my mop like curly hair where I would then dance around screaming like a mad woman until I passed out. That was my image. I continued to pester the spider and then...it disappeared. I could no longer see the spider. I had lost, I would not be sleeping that night and Marley, my dog, may become the victim of this widow. I panicked some more and then once again, I saw the spider between some of the blinds. I then began to pester it again and I could see the spider getting upset by gyrating around. My skin was crawling with fear, but I continued. It must have been about 45 minutes of charades with this spider. I refused to let go and I refused to let it win. It was so comical with me standing about 8 feet away throwing random objects and hoping for the best. I realized that the battle had been lost, I put my head down and just then, I heard my gate rattle and in comes my Daddy. I immediately went to him, not even saying hi and informed him of my dilemma. Without an ounce of hesitation, my Daddy, went face to face with Widow. I tried to stop him (well more redirect him from making sure nothing was in his way). He used his bare hands… ok… no… he used the broom to sweep it down, the spider went to the ground and was then squashed by a size 10.5 leather sandal (super chancla) in 5 seconds flat, it was gone. All I had to do was clean up the massacre...the squishy, juicy, eight legged mess that now laid on my kitchen floor. I told my dad he was my hero and he was modest about not taking the compliment saying it was “not big deal”. But it WAS a big deal... He saved me from a long night of paranoia. He saved his little girl from this widow, lesson here is that Daddy’s, if they are good Daddy’s, will always be there for their kids without hesitation, they will protect their children...no matter how old they are or their kids. I was proud! The rest of that day was and amazing hang out day with my Dad!
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