I live in a basement studio apartment in the city of Eugene. I LOVE it because it is brand new construction (carpet, tile, bathroom, kitchen windows...). The location is fab because I can walk to restaurants, pubs, the library and coffee shops. Perfect for one person and there is even an outdoor area where I have a container garden. My home has been here for a year. Because it is partially underground, it remains cool in the summer and warm in the winter. However, there is a drawback: spiders.
My courage to kill them waivers but so far, the small ones have been fairly easy to conquer. I even let some of them live and a tiny one resides in the upper corner of my shower (wow that is gross - can't believe I just typed that). But last night I met my match. This one was crawling on the wall at the far end of my apartment.
The scare happened after work so it was in the early hours of the morning (1 a.m.-ish). Kingsley was getting ready for work and we were talking on Skype. I asked if he thought the spider would bother me.
Me: "Can't I just leave it alone? Spiders eat bugs you know..."
Kings: "Well, spiders can crawl into beds..."
Me: "Oh my gosh. I have to kill it."
Kings: "Just take a slipper and whack it..."
Me: "Really? I don't know..."
Kings: "You can do it, babe. Listen, I have to get in the shower, I'm late for work."
Me (in a small, scared voice): "Okay."
Since Kingsley was not able to witness my battle, I recorded it so you could be there (and I wouldn't have to face the spider alone).