Catch and Release

I hate spiders. So, so, SO hate spiders. Especially spiders that appear on the wall next to my pillow. MOST especially the spiders that appear on the FABRIC wall next to my pillow that would leave a gnarly stain if smashed on the spot.

After lengthy, and therefore risky, contemplation, tonight yielded a breakthrough in the relationship between this paranoid arachnophobe and all the wannabe Charlottes of the world. I coaxed the varmint into a very tall plastic container, slid a flimsy plastic cutting board between the container and the wall, walked the contraption out my apartment door, across the street, down the block, and released the thing in front of a city street lamp.

And now I’m drinking a big glass of wine. The spider may be gone, but it remains with me.

I'm sensing a theme here.