I Think I Can . . . I Think I Can . . .

Do you ever have those moments when you really don't want to be a grown up. Or am I the only one?

Tonight as I walked out of my room to get ready to head to bed I saw a GINORMOUS spider. I was quite taken aback. It was ugly and black and approximately 2.5 inches in diameter (I got out my ruler to make sure I wasn't exaggerating).

I wanted to go back into my room and call someone, anyone, to come deal with it. But I'm the only one home.

So, here comes the pep talk: "You are an adult. It's just a little spider. You can take care of it. You are a big girl. You have to do it. There is no one else."

So I grabbed an old phone book and slammed hard with all my might. Then hit it again. And again. I didn't want him taking revenge later.

After wrapping his remains in a tissue coffin and disposing of them in the nearest rubbish bin, I do feel a bit proud of myself. I overcame my "girl-ness" and conquered. Sigh. Although, it would have been way more fun to skip the pep talk and call on someone else. Anyone want to be my self-appointed spider (and bug, and mouse, and snake and in general other unpleasantness) dealer-wither?

My skin is still crawling and I shall have to check the sheets before I get into bed tonight. But at least I can go to bed as a proud grown-up who dealt with the problem. Thanks, Little Engine, for teaching me the value of self-talk. Who knew your words would leave such a lasting impression?