...I just killed the Itsy-Bitsy Spider!
You know the one: climbed up the water spout, et cetera, et cetera? Well, not any more.
His last climb happened to be up the mirror in my master bathroom. I was flossing a bit of, well, something out of my teeth, and movement caught my eye. Before I knew what I was doing, my thumb landed right on him, and SQUISH...
I would say I'm sorry, but I'm just not that big a liar. I hate spiders. Even the itsy-bitsy ones.
There's a particular scream I involuntarily produce when I see a spider, in fact. My husband calls it "the bug noise" and comes running with a kleenex whenever he hears it. It's a very high, blunt, and desperate sound, which could most closely be found in nature when your wet sneaker skids on a supermarket linoleum floor. Yeah, sorta like that. Maybe a little bit more human-vocal-range, though. I'm not Mariah Carey, you know.
Please don't tell your kids. I don't want them thinking I'm a murderer. Keep singing the song as if this episode never happened, okay? Thanks.
~Goldie
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That would be Brady you hear screaming. He's such a tough nut until it comes to spiders. he's a total WUSS!
Love you!
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For some reason, we have a lot of spiders out here—I have no idea why, and I can’t come up with a good reason for their vast populations. BIG spiders, too! Icky, icky, icky!!!! Guess they love the countryside?
Every insect/spider out here is gigantic and prodigous! I won't tell the kids about your murderous ways ;)
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