Last night, we saw the biggest spider we have ever seen. It was huge, it looked mean and it was inside our room – on the very important bed to bathroom path.
D saw it first and he simply bounced back and silently took refuge on the bed, making sure tht his feet were not touching the floor. I was not wearing my glasses and he wouldn’t tell me what was going on but we eventually both sat on the bed, strategizing.
I (cowardly? lazily?) thought we could just leave it there. “Chances are it’ll just go away. It’s not like big spiders like to climb into people’s beds at night and bite them.” I really meant that but D’s horrified face made me wonder – maybe they do like to do that.
– We could kill it
– But then if we miss it may run away and climb on us
– There is enough meat on this spider to make some people deep fry it and eat it, it would be juicy. Very juicy. Would you clean up?
We thought about using the broom and chasing it outside but there were too many obstacles along the way: bags, bed… the last thing you want when chasing a potentially poisonous spider out of your bedroom is for it to hide under your bed or in your luggage.
But we had a bin. Right next to the spider. It’s actually where Connie, our lizard friend, hung out all day bvefore she obviously was chased by the evil spider.We were really hoping that providing shelter to Conie and her friends would keep us from finding ourselves in such situations – lizards are supposed to eat spiders, no?
Somehow after taking care of cockroaches in Vietnam and various other large insects over the past 10 weeks, D had decided that it was now my turn to address the situation. I took a deep breath and, with the broom, placed the bin against the wall where the spider was, hoping that it would simply jump in and politely let me escort it out. That was underestimating the spider. After dropping the bin twice because I thought the animal was climbing out, we realized that it simply went back inside the closet.
We have not seen it again but we have not dared opening the closet. As D puts it: “I’d rather just let all of them hang out in there. It’s better than upsetting them and risking having them all over the room.” Wise man? Famous last words? Only the night will tell…
Update, 24 hours later:
Ronnie was back. Not at first wen we went to bed but I woke up at 3 to go to the bathroom and it was there, even closer to the bathroom. After discussing the subject some more, we opted for the friendly approach: we named her, used her name in a few sentences and went to sleep. This morning, she was gone. I do believe she ate our lizards though.
Our friends had one too – they killed it. He killed it, she cleaned up: “Of course we killed it! I donKt want to sleepwith a spider in my room!”hen you say it that way…