For the last few weeks, every now and then I’ve seen this HUGE spider hanging out on our living room window. I mean, the sucker was big. With legs included, he was the size of the palm of my hand.
I wasn’t all that afraid of him, because he was outside.
Or so I thought.
This week, I took a closer look at him from the safety of the indoors. And I started questioning whether he was actually, really outside. I called my husband over to look.
He agreed with me that the spider was actually stuck between the glass and the window screen.
Meaning the next time we opened the window… he’d have access to our house.
UNACCEPTABLE. I told my husband we’d have to rig the house with explosives immediately. He said I was overreacting. And so we waited.
The next couple of days were touch and go. Then yesterday… we forgot about him. The window was opened.
THE HUMONGOUS SPIDER WAS IN MY HOUSE.
I’m getting the heebie jeebies just typing that.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.
I totally woke Josh up to come kill it for me.
I mean, this guy was huge.