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First there was Frederick.

Frederick was a good (not-so-)little spider. He stayed outside.

But tonight...

Completely unawares...

I was sitting here IMing with my sister when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Right in the middle of my white wall in the hallway, a dark little three-inch-across creature went scuttling by. Certainly not big by hunstman standards-- even little Frederick was bigger-- but big enough for me to know immediately that it was a huntsman.

The first thing I noticed was the fact that I didn't immediately scream, nor did my heart rate speed up. My initial calm fueled my confidence. I'd been worried that despite trying to mentally prepare myself for it, I would freak out and start squealing like the wimpy girly-girl that I am. But I didn't. So I informed my sister of the impending battle and got up to see what the spider was up to.

I went for the net first. My predecessor informed me that netting them was probably the best thing to do (especially with the big ones), so I thought I'd try my hand at it. The spider apparently saw me coming, because it ducked into the shadows that lingered on the doorframe to my toilet. I started switching on lights and found where he was hiding.

He lies in wait...

One thing I had already discovered is that the spiders around here are very sensitive to vibrations. All I had to do was knock on the doorframe with the net a few times, and sure enough, he went scuttling away across the wall. He was a quick little bugger.

I decided to name him Zim, because he was a small invader.

I admit that I hesitated. I got the net in a pretty good spot, but I didn't have the heart to nudge him with it yet. I'm not sure what I was more afraid of-- that he would somehow crawl down the handle and onto my arm, or that the edge of the net would crunch into his leg and I'd have a seven-legged spider fall onto the floor (that's gross, okay?).

I realized that it was going to take some time to talk myself into it. So I got back on IM, informed my sister of the situation, and said goodnight. When I went back into the hallway, Zim was gone.

I knew he hadn't gone far. Sure enough, he had crawled across the ceiling (which was why I didn't see him through the door that goes into the hall) and over the entryway. Huntsmen really do like the ceiling and walls, it seems. I choose to think of that as good news-- there isn't any furniture on the ceiling, so it's easier to spot them.

This was where we had our stand-off. The ceiling was too high for me to get the net flat up onto it, and Zim was very quick at turning 180 degrees and running away from the edge of the net that was touching the ceiling. And then he did this awful little thing where he hid in the light fixture. I couldn't get the net near him anymore.

The light hangs down a bit, so there's plenty of room for a spider to hide out there.

I kept poking at Zim, all the while still being careful not to actually hit him. I don't know why; I just didn't want to. Maybe it was because I'd named him. Maybe it was because I knew it would make a horrible crunching noise when I did, or because I was afraid he'd fall. But I had to work up to it.

Once I got him away from the light, I sighed. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the Swiffer (sans dusting pad) and brought it up close. The flat surface was hovering just an inch beneath where Zim was hanging. Zim didn't flinch. I sighed again, hesitated, hesitated, then went for it.

Weapons of Choice: Net and Swiffer. The flat surface is perfect for smashing. I even used the little paper fan, too; the puffs of air helped scare Zim away from the light fixture.

I knew he was dead when part of his leg dropped to the ground. I couldn't resist a grimace when I lowered my weapon and the crumbled pieces of Zim's body fell off of it.

RIP Zim.

I picked up his remains with a paper towel and flushed them down the toilet. I think there was a plate of exoskeleton armor on his back that flaked off and made a wonderfully grotesque crunch between my fingers. I was such a wimp that I'd put on a rubber glove for this procedure, and was kind of glad I did.

So there you have it. My first skirmish with the notorious huntsman spider.


...No, not really. It was about as lame as it could get with a big spider: it wasn't even that big, it didn't hide behind anything where I couldn't see it, it didn't go where I couldn't get at it, and it wasn't all that fast. I was amazed that I was able to hit him. Especially considering how much I hesitated.

But it was a good warm-up, I think. I'm glad my first encounter was lame. It was enough that I knew I could handle. I'd like a chance to work my way up to the ones that are as big as my outstretched hand, thank you very much.


January 2012

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