the eensy weensy spider

Remember how Tim and I hate spiders?

If you don't, check out this post, where we made our Christmas tree buying decisions based on the abhorrent little creatures.

Anyway, last night we were lying in bed.

Tim was asleep.

I was reading.

I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye.  I looked over to see where the movement was coming from and saw the eensiest little spider I ever did see crawling up my husband's back.

Regardless of a spider's size, they are NOT welcome in my bed.  [Or really anywhere else, for that matter.]

So I did the only reasonable thing and screamed.  Loudly.  Naturally, this woke Tim up.  Expecting an intruder, he threw the covers back, and in the process, accidentally punched me in the head.  Then he did another uncharacteristic thing in his half-asleep, half-awake state and killed the spider with his bare finger, smushing it into our off-white sheets.

There was a moment of confused silence where Tim and I both tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Then we both burst out laughing.

And naturally, I used the fact that he'd accidentally punched my head as leverage so he would scratch my back.

Then as Tim finally started drifting off to sleep again, he mumbled several times, "I'll spray the house for bugs tomorrow.  I'll spray the house for bugs tomorrow."

And I'm gonna hold him to it.