Spiders are weird

So I have already shared my theory on spiders and what happens if I see them in my house. I think I did neglect to say that if they are somewhere that NO bug should be, the deal is off and they die.

Saturday when I woke up I decided to make bacon and eggs for me and the boy. Got everything ready and decided to use the back burner for the bacon while I worked on the eggs. Well, apparently I don't use my tea kettle nearly enough because when I moved it a spider was there. And yes, it was a Brown Recluse. An honest to God Brown Recluse. Anyway, so I yell to my son to grab me something to kill it (because I don't want to let it out of my sight). He brings me something, but it wasn't the right size because when I went in for the kill it got a way...multiple times. I saw it scurry behind my microwave.

"Shit!!" I moved the microwave around a bit, but didn't want to actually be holding the microwave when the spider charged me, so I went back to cooking, believing the spider had learned a VERY valuable lesson and would thus leave the kitchen.

I went about my business, cut up some onion, green peppers and red peppers. Put them in the skillet to saute them before I mixed them with the egg. All is well, the smell of the peppers cooking starts to waft up, and then I look over at the bacon. The flipping spider was staring back!!

Maybe the spider liked bacon, I don't know, but there it was. Just at the edge of the stove, watching all that was going on! Totally freaked me out. I moved back and forth, and there it sat. I finally just grabbed something small and went in for the kill. I guess it was too mesmerized by the bacon smell, because it didn't move at all. It didn't try to get away when I moved the large skillet out of my way. It just let me kill it.

So weird all the way around. Damn things.

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