Well, it was 5am.
Woke up and went to the kitchen and the massive brown fucker was just THERE. Blocking my access to the fridge and just staring at me, astand off if you will.
While I debated whether calling my dad or setting the house on fire was the better option, my 5 month old cat wandered in. Having never seen a house spider before, she immediately went over and tried to play with it. With her claws.
The poor thing curled up in a ball and I swear it was visibly shaking, so me a —hero— lifelong arachnophobia, came over all Mother Teresa and decided that no matter what, massive fucker should live. I picked up the cat and told the spider (out loud) to run, which it did and it was last seen taking cover under my sofa.
I have spent all day feeling serene and telling everyone who will listen, preaching to my children that we must NEVER kill a spider and boring them with tales of eco systems.
Its now getting dark and I’m starting to feel less serene and much more anxious about whether massive fucker might think we’re friends now and pop out again to say hello.
I thought I still had a few more days before all this started 😩