Victory Is Ours!

I hate spiders. Or bugs in general, rather. So when I saw a HUGE spider in my room right before I went to bed, I freaked out. I called my roommate Kirsten down to my room so we could tag team the spider-dispelling effort, but she’s not much of a spider fan either.  She put on a pair of boots so the spider couldn’t crawl up her leg when she tried to step on him, but I risked it in my flip flops.  We cornered the spider between my bedside table and the wall, but when Kirsten tried to step on the spider, it ran under the table.  Spider 1, Us 0.

Then we decided to move the bedside table. I took out the two drawers and moved the lamp to another table, and the plan was for me to swiftly move the table so Kirsten could stomp on him.  The spider ran under my bed as I moved the table. Spider 2, Us 0.

New strategy.  We couldn’t move my bed because that would be too much work, so I got my golf ball and threw it at him, hoping he would run out from under my bed. Fail.  He ran between my bed and the wall.  So Kirsten brought back a spray bottle of Kaboom, hoping to drown the spider.  He was unaffected and stayed put.  Spider 3, Us 0.

But we did realize that the spider is afraid of the Kaboom spray, so we used it to get the spider where we wanted him. We got him to move behind my desk into an open corner.  I got a book and was going to throw it on him, but the spider was literally in the corner up against the wall, so there was no way the book plan was going to work. So Kirsten said she would stomp on him again. He somehow managed to survive again. Spider 4, Us 0.

At this point we were so determined that there was no way this spider was going to live. Kirsten spayed him into another corner (literally across the room) and we knew that was it. He was going down.  Kirsten decided stomping would be more effective than the book, so she was going to go for it. And she finally succeeded!  Spider 4, Us 1.  And our 1 is the effort that matters.

So, after 40 minutes, a spray bottle of Kaboom, a pair of boots, a flashlight, a golf ball, a book, strategic planning, moving all my furniture, and Kirsten the giant spider in my room is now dead.

Take that you little bugger. We were victorious.