SPIDERS

So, my husband is out of town at the moment, and he is usually the defender of this castle when it comes to all things icky and bug related. Well, last night, just before I went to bed, I noticed a rather large...yes, spider....crawling on my kitchen ceiling. Now everyone knows that when a bug is on the ceiling, it becomes rather impossible to catch such bug in an easy and unemotional way. Let me just back up and say that I am seriously afraid of spiders...like clam up, break out in sweats at the sight of one, won't go in the room scared. I think that it stems back to an incident where my brother decided to chase me around the house with a very poisonous spider that he had in a jar. So, of course, I couldn't go to bed last night knowing that the evil being was just sitting there waiting for me to turn in so it could suck all my blood from me in the middle of the night! My first plan of attack was to sit there and wish it away. Yes, I actually stood there and asked the spider ever so nicely to crawl back from where it came, into the darkness, where I didn't know it existed. After a few minutes of wishing, it proceeded to repel itself halfway down to the floor, at which point I shrieked and ran for the hills. Upon returning to the scene, the little booger had managed to crawl back up to the ceiling. So, plan B....grab the nearby bottle of 409 and spray it to death. Yeah, such a bad idea. The spray is more of a mist....so I inadvertently, 409'ed my entire kitchen with one spray (the fan was on, it wasn't pretty). The spray never even reached the spider. Plan C, I open up the cabinet under the kitchen sink and low and behold, there is my best friend, the bottle of RAID!! Since said spider was obviously not coming down from his perch on my ceiling, I would have to attack him from his own playing field. The can of RAID I knew had a pretty long spray radius, so standing back from the area of said spider about 15 feet, so as to not be to close for him to land on any part of my body, I pointed the can of RAID, and Blam! Spider is gone! What? Spider is gone, where did it go? It is on my head! I knew it!! No the spider was not on my head and after careful examination of the floor, I saw him struggling for life. I got to hand it to the little guy. He hung on for quite some time. Managed to get about 2 feet from where he landed, until the mighty force of my hand, from behind a long green fly swatter, brought him to his demise. I scooped him up on the end, held him as far away as I could and straight to the trash for you. Now, taking out the trash, will be a whole nother dilemma.....cause he is in there. Yes I know he is dead....it's just the thought. Seriously, I need to seek help!!