So yesterday my wife spotted a black widow outside our sliding glass door on the back patio. She's terrified of spiders and refused to go outside. I thought, "That's silly. The spider is up in the corner of the patio awning, about a foot away from the doorway, and it's not moving. Nothing to be afraid of." Nevertheless, she refused to go outside unless I killed the spider.
I grabbed a can of insecticide (I'm not a big fan of spiders either) and went outside to "do the deed." Holy hell, that's a huge black widow! And it's moving all around, building a web, and there's a male black widow spider in the corner also. I steeled my nerves and pushed the button on the top of the spray can. A fine mist of spidery death emerged, only to be blown away by the wind before it could reach the spiders. I had to think of some other way to reach the spiders.
Luckily for me, the female black widow crawled closer and the wind died down at the same time. I sprayed the spiders for a good ten seconds. Then the female dropped down, down, down, on a thin line of webbing right in front of my face. My wife happened to look out the (closed) sliding door as the spider was descending and she started freaking out that the spider was going to crawl over and get her in the house. I waited calmly for the spider to drop all the way to the floor before I stepped on her soundly with my boot. The male black widow got away before I could get a stepladder to finish spraying him with insecticide.
And that's how I became the Queen of the Black Widows.
Do you have any fun pest stories?
I grabbed a can of insecticide (I'm not a big fan of spiders either) and went outside to "do the deed." Holy hell, that's a huge black widow! And it's moving all around, building a web, and there's a male black widow spider in the corner also. I steeled my nerves and pushed the button on the top of the spray can. A fine mist of spidery death emerged, only to be blown away by the wind before it could reach the spiders. I had to think of some other way to reach the spiders.
Luckily for me, the female black widow crawled closer and the wind died down at the same time. I sprayed the spiders for a good ten seconds. Then the female dropped down, down, down, on a thin line of webbing right in front of my face. My wife happened to look out the (closed) sliding door as the spider was descending and she started freaking out that the spider was going to crawl over and get her in the house. I waited calmly for the spider to drop all the way to the floor before I stepped on her soundly with my boot. The male black widow got away before I could get a stepladder to finish spraying him with insecticide.
And that's how I became the Queen of the Black Widows.
Do you have any fun pest stories?