Monday morning I was gathering laundry in the bedrooms upstairs and noticed a big spider on the deck outside the downstairs windows.
As in a tarantula.
I did what anybody would do and grabbed my phone so I could take a picture.
I am not afraid of spiders. They really don't bother me. I am terrified of mice and it turns out that mouse sized spiders freak me out a little too.
I decided to get a ruler to better show the size (and let's be honest to get a better reaction out of Emma when I showed her the pictures).
Emma is afraid of spiders.
I texted her the spider picture:
She texted back that it was nice knowing me.
I tried to convince her to come back home. She texted:
She's always wanted a cat. Who needs a cat though? We have Horace our metal goat and if we need something warm and fuzzy, we have that spider friend now too.
Except I don't know where he is right now.
And I am going to watch where I step when I go outside.