Tarantula

Ok, I've lived in Texas for over 3 years now. I've seen bugs. Lots of bugs. Lots of GIANT bugs. However, last night took the cake. It was my first encounter with a tarantula. This wouldn't have been nearly so traumatic if it hadn't been in my house (I shiver just thinking about it)!


So there we were, enjoying an episode of Curb Your Enthusiam (Sunday nights on HBO; great show if you haven't seen it), when we heard coyotes howling out in the greenbelt. We decided to go investigate on the patio. Jeff opened the door, Oscar was growling and trying to run out to see the coyotes, when all of a sudden, I saw this giant black spider crawling into the kitchen. Naturally, I screamed bloody murder (please note, I'm also petrified of moths, so really, I'll scream bloody murder about pretty much any bug, but this was different), sprinted into the living room, sure that I wasn't going to survive this attack. However, as I'm sure you all expected, I did in fact survive, thanks to my wonderful husband who proceeded to stomp on the stupid thing several times, thus ending its reign of terror.


Last night, as I was going to sleep, I couldn't help but think of the Brady Bunch episode in Hawaii where Peter wakes up with the tarantula on his chest. I swear to you, if that ever happens to me here, I'm on the first plane back to the Buckeye State.