This dumb dresser has been sitting on our porch for the last few weeks, because I won't let Michael bring it into to the house until I inspect it and get every bug that might be hiding in some small crack. Then I got this great idea to paint the dresser. And, if I'm going to paint it, I’ll have to sand it first. So I spent a few more weeks deciding which sander to buy.
And this is why you need men: I’ve been sanding my dresser for the last few days. The top of the dresser is the hardest part to sand. I'm not sure why. Eventually, I got sick of sanding the top and I moved to the drawers. After I was done with a drawer I would pull it out and set it aside. I was down to the second drawer. That's when I found it. A spider. OK. I really can handle spiders. But this wasn't just any spider. It was a Black Widow. I was done sanding.
I asked Michael to kill the widower when he got home for work. We got busy working on other things and forgot about the spider until the next day, when I remembered the dresser. But I could not bring myself to keep sanding. I spent most of the day thinking how I could kill it. I devised all sorts of inventions, but none fit the bill just right.
After giving up on ever conquering the evil thing myself, I asked Michael if he would just kill it today when he got home for lunch. I asked him how he was going to do it. He told me would just use MY House Broom -- the one I use inside the house -- to brush it out of the dresser and then he would smash the spider. Yuck! Spider guts on my broom! Besides, if it was that easy I would have done it myself by now. But before I could stop him it was done.
This isn't the greatest picture but I wasn't getting any closer.
Side-note: This is the second first Black-widow we have killed in the last 2 months.
