Today, I killed a black widow spider that was nesting up underneath the platform where the slide is on this playground equipment. The librarian asked me if I would do it because she doesn't do spiders. I went over, removed my adorable fluorescent green high heel, and balancing in the sand on my other foot, smashed the sucker with my shoe. She was large and scary, and the thing splatted all over. The librarian handed me a Kleenex so I could wipe off my shoe to which the demolished corpse was perilously clinging. The kids were impressed and wanted to see the dead spider. One little boy even called me "Spider man." I told him it was "Spider woman." They all oooohed and aaaaahed and thought it was very cool. Elementary school kids are so funny!
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I love that story! I remember you killing black widows when we lived in the Wigdal house.
ooooo gross! I don't do spiders either. I would freak out if I saw a black widow. I would do what mom did all the time growing up. I would cover it with something like a cup, jar or something like that and call someone to come over and take care of it for me :)
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