#966 Living with someone who doesn’t mind killing spiders

Long legs on daddy

It’s great living with someone who doesn’t mind killing spiders.

In college we would call upon our roommate Dee to take care of the job. It was almost too easy, too. “Dee!,” we’d yell from the couch, lazily flipping channels while eating Chef Boyardee, “Spider.” And that was it, really. Sure enough, every time, Dee’s bedroom door would crack open, his lumbering frame would cast long shadows down the hall, and he’d step out slowly, raise his eyebrows, and then just go about taking care of business. I always admired his quiet, serious approach to the whole thing. No exchange of pleasantries, no asking for help, no mentioning it later. It was just business with him. Case closed, open and shut. He’d finish up and go back to studying in his room like nothing happened. Life was good.

You get this plus your wits

Then I got married and the role of Spider Killer was delegated to me. It’s a fair arrangement and I don’t mind the responsibility, but I have to tell you: it’s a different story when you’re the one calmly grabbing a Kleenex from the bathroom on demand, walking over to the spider, squishing it to smithereens, and then flushing it down the toilet to seal the deal. Because that’s when it really hits home. That’s when you first feel the weight of the spidercide resting squarely on your conscience. It’s there and you know it. Eventually you just get numb.

I miss living with Dee. I think I took his role for granted for too long. Looking back, I just want to tell you now: if you currently live with someone who takes care of your spiders, thank them. Hug them. Smile and say you appreciate the good work they’re doing. Because let me tell you, one day you might be called upon to take their place, and only then will you see what they go through each and every time a Daddy Long-Legs scurries up a wall.

So then, altogether now. Let’s hear it for them. Living with someone who doesn’t mind killing spiders?


Spider heaven

61 thoughts on “#966 Living with someone who doesn’t mind killing spiders

  1. You know you don’t need to actually kill them to get rid of them. I find taking a glass and a sheet of paper, catch the offending arachnid then chuck it out of the window. Voila, no guilty conscience! I only kill when I absolutely can’t get it out without squishing it anyway, if it’s in some awful crevice and people are insisting I deal with it. Being a petite lady has its drawbacks, though, and sometimes I just can’t reach!

    Then again, I’ve been known to just leave them be if there’s nothing to hand, so I guess they don’t bother me that much. Mosquitoes on the other hand are afforded no mercy.

  2. I don’t kill spiders. They are way too important to our environment.

    Despite this post, I do love your blog and enjoy visiting from time to time.

  3. I used to kill spiders all the time and recently I’ve gotten kinda freaked by them because my brother got bit and he got all swelled up

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