Some spiders are not your friend

Back when I lived in Hollyweird I had a pet spider. Oh -kay, you might be going, you had a pet what? I kid you not. I had a spider who was a daddy longlegs who befriended me. He would follow me around my apartment. I would talk to him and it would respond. I could feel its emotions. No, it is true! Spidey was my buddy, he was my friend. And when he was accidently killed I put him in a baggie and brought him with me when I came out to the desert. I figured I would bury him one day, maybe under a rose bush that I have not yet planted. 

I loved Spidey. He was my friend. Warm fuzzy feelings abounded. HOWEVER, some spiders are NOT your friend. Last night around 2 am I decided I would turn on the light, get up and go get some strawberries and ice cream ( something I might possibly repeat once I log off ). I looked over at the wall corner next to the bathroom and oh my MY! There in the corner was the BIGGEST and the BLACKEST ( pitch black,  night with no moon black, patent leather shiny shoes black ) and the CREEPY SCARIEST BLACK WIDOW SPIDER I have ever seen in my entire life ( and yes, I have seen a few and NO, none of them have been my spider buddies ). So I went into the kitchen, grabbed about 4 paper towels, came back into the bedroom and SQUISHED ( twice at least ) the spider who was not my friend. I sent it to spider heaven where it can play with Spidey. And it did not get to bite me and send me to the emergency room. IT WAS HUGE. Little black widows might make you sicker than a dog who falls out of a truck bed going ninety but BIG black widows will make you sick to death's door and even beyond. IT WAS THAT BIG. 

I am still creeped out about this. DUH! Welcome to the desert. Jungles ain't got nothin' on the desert. We have rattlesnakes out here too. They are not my friend either. 

SAC