Terror on the Unfarm

For several days last week the Unfarm was terrorized by a spider. It began when a large, fast moving spider was spotted in the downstairs bathroom. Normally this would be a cause for concern but hardly a reason to live in terror. Except that this particular spider was spotted by my brother who is apparently scared of spiders and his method of dealing with them is to close the door to the room and blockade the bottom of the door with a towel or something, instead of simply killing or removing the spider. When I spotted the sheet shoved under the door to the bathroom the next morning I knew immediately something was up and asked my brother what it was, exactly, that was trapped inside the bathroom. 

Armed with a mug shot of the offending insect (or at least a physical description) and the location of it's last known whereabouts I carefully stepped into the bathroom and prepared to do battle. Unfortunately, I was too late. The spider had either hidden somewhere in the bathroom or sneaked out under the sheet somehow. In any event, it was not to be found so the bathroom was reopened and we lived under the constant threat of the spider's imminent re-emergence for several days. The downstairs bathroom was avoided in favor of the upstairs bathroom and we tread lightly and kept an eye out whenever we had to go downstairs. Those were troubling times, I tell you. 

Thankfully, after spending part of the week living in terror we woke up to a note on the refrigerator one morning that stated, "Attention, all! The horse sized hairy tarantula has been captured before it could eat anyone." Mom had, apparently, caught sight of it as it was crawling in front of her office door downstairs and had killed it and removed it from the house. I am pleased to report that the downstairs bathroom is once again in use and we can all sleep easily, no longer worried about spiders crawling into our beds in the middle of the night. Crisis averted. Until the next one, of course.