the hero of the day.

There was a spider in my house today. Blegh. Just knowing it was there made me uneasy. But what could I do? It was on the ceiling, and I'm not very tall. C suggested the step-ladder. He's smart.
I got the ladder, climbed up, and found myself face to face with a creepy-crawly spidey. It sent shivers down my spine.
I stood there on the ladder, paralyzed by the heebie-jeebies, while my children laughed at my expense. It was all fun and games. Until Mr. Spider detached from the ceiling and came flying at me.
Then the dramatized squirming became a real-live shriek. Eek!
Mr. Spider fell on the floor and proceeded to play hide-and-seek inside a stray piece of clothing. But don't you worry, I caught the little sneak. Caught him with my shoe.
C grabbed a tissue and retrieved our crumpled friend from the floor, and then sent him to a watery grave. He returned, exclaiming that he was the hero.
Then, for the rest of the day, the children pretended to be giant spiders, and teased me mercilessly.

the end.

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