I arose this morning to the second alarm. I let Andre out to relieve himself and took care of my business. Then I went into the closet to gather my clothes for the day, when I saw a HUGE spider climbing up one of my blouses. It’s a good thing I had already taken care of business because this thing was as big and black as Andre’s nose (a miniature tarantula). I left the closet to try to find something to kill it with. My husband and son tell me not to kill spiders because they eat other bugs. If I insist, they pick them up and carry them outside. However, if they had seen this sucker, they would have killed it too.
Fly swatter? Too small. Shoe? I would have to get too close. So, I grabbed the shop vac and attached the extension tube and went back to the closet. He wasn’t on the blouse any more. Fear ran up my spine. Then I saw him on the clothes rod. I turned on the vac, which is pretty loud, and of course he started to move. My adrenalin kicked in and I aimed the hose. I’m pretty sure I got him because I heard a thump in the tube, but just to be sure, I decided to run the vac on the floor under the clothes. If you’ve never used a shop vac, they are way more powerful than a sweeper, and the hose is a lot bigger in diameter. I accidentally sucked up a pair of footies. But that’s okay, I figure they pushed the monster all the way down.
The shop vac has two outlets – one for sucking and one for blowing. I inserted the end of the hose into the blowing outlet. Now if the monster is still alive and tries to climb out, he will go right back into the vac. I told myself that the vac is sealed really well because it also sucks up water, but even so, I rolled the vac out onto the deck. Hopefully the monster will freeze.I managed to get ready for work, but after that adrenalin rush, I was pooped. I hate to admit it, but I’m afraid to go back into the closet.