Wednesday, September 12, 2012
I hate spiders so much. Gosh, just thinking of them makes me shudder and *gril*.
Last week, on Thursday, there was a massive rainspider in our room, against the curtain. I fetched some Doom, tried to spray the spider, but it climbed up into the pelmet - I tried to throw some shoes at it to make it fall, but it didn't work. All this time, Mia is standing on our bed, trippling around in excitement, saying "Pider coming! Mommy 'puit' hom!"
That night Wyn caught and killed the spider for us. Mia couldn't stop talking about this "Incey Pider" - with Pider pronounced soooo cute. She kept telling me about "pider coming, mommy puit hom, gooi shoe!"
We told Mia that if she sees a spider, she must "Just look. Don't touch." So there's been a lot of conversation about just looking and not touching, but the funniest is when she swaps them around and says "just touch, don't look."
Yesterday morning, snuggled up and cuddling with Mia in bed after Wyn had already left for work, Mia suddenly said, "Pider!" And I knew it wasn't to tell the story again - it was to point out that there was another damn spider. Aaaargh!! He climbed up into the pelmet, must have felt the vibes radiating from me - and Wyn caught and killed him again in the evening.
In the garden, there was a teeny tiny spider hanging on a tree branch, so I showed Mia to look at the little tiny spider. She inspected it, and declared it, "ant!"