A few minutes ago I went outside to walk Gracie (my dog) and as I was headed back across my yard I saw something scurry across the wall. Filled with dread, I decided that I needed to check it out because otherwise I would lay in bed awake for a long time wondering what was outside my window. As I got closer I realized that it was a giant spider. Some of you have heard me talk about the giant spiders before because they are terrifying. They are the size of my hand and incredibly fast. A year ago I could not get within five feet of one without feeling like I was going to pass out from fear. Here is a picture of the spider, sorry that it is not clear but I was not going to get closer for a better picture.
I grabbed a shoe, mustered up as much courage as possible and ran at the spider and killed it. It was the fastest that I have ever killed one, they usually take at least an hour. I was so proud of myself and I had a big smile on my face as I walked through my front door. Unfortunately just as I crossed the threshold, a gecko fell off the doorframe and into my shirt. I ran into my house, screaming and tore off my shirt as fast as I could, throwing the gecko across the room. Here is a picture of the gecko for you.
It is funny how often my moments of bravery are quickly followed by moments of freaking out. Apparently pride does not suit me...
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