Soooo NOT okay.

If anyone heard a blood-curdling scream around midnight, that was me walking out into my garage to take out the recycling and coming face-to-face with the granddaddy of all wolf spiders! No exaggeration...this sucker, with it's hairy legs extended, was the size of the palm of my hand....Holy $#*%!!!! And it was sitting right on the frame of the door leading into the house...which meant that I walked right past it with it being only inches from my head...OMG!!! Full blown panic attack...hard core.

For anyone that might ever read this that does not know this about me...I have a complete and utter paralyzing fear of spiders...well, spiders, scorpions, & anything with pinchers...but mostly spiders. It would be accurate to say that I am completely, totally, 100% arachnaphobic without a doubt. It doesn't matter how small it is, I become completely gripped by fear, break out into a cold sweat, shake like a leaf, hyperventilate, and have massive anxiety attacks. It's not a good thing. I would rather be thrown into a huge snake pit than be anywhere near a spider.

I know it's irrational...I've heard it all before: "It can't hurt you, you're much bigger than it is." "It's more afraid of you..." (I seriously doubt that.) And then there are the people that argue in defense of the creepy-crawlies: "They do such wonderful things for the environment....blah, blah, blah..." I'm sorry, but I am convinced that they are evil creatures and everytime I run across one I wonder why God is punishing me. I don't know...I guess everyone has something that they are afraid of, and I don't always understand it. Like people that are afraid of mice and rats...Really??? I don't get that at all. Sure, I wouldn't want them in my house, but I think they're adorable! But I digress...

So there I stood tonight in my 120 degree garage (wearing flip-flops...eek) with a death-grip on a can of insecticide, clutching it to my chest and shaking uncontrollably, trying to work up the courage to get close enough to spray it. I stood there screaming, jumping from one foot to the other (I was convinced it was going to attack my bare feet) then I finally emptied a half a can of spray on it, and while it layed twitching on the floor, I quickly ran inside to get out of the poisonous fumes, and like any true scrapbooker, even as freaked out as I was, I grabbed my camera and took a picture of it. I was going to post it on here, but just looking at the photo sent me into another wave of anxiety...I just couldn't do it. If you want to see the monster I battled tonight, just Google "wolf spider picture" and maybe you'll understand. Ugghh. I guess I won't be sleeping much tonight. They are just soooo NOT okay.