Scared to Death.

Some days I think my kids are trying to scare me to death. My oldest is a prankster, joker at heart. Even the almost two-year old is getting in on the action these days. I honestly don't know where they get it from. Okay, okay, you caught me. They probably learned it from me. I'm the type of parent that leaves a Nerf gun and a note on the counter for my husband to "Find us. We're armed." I've also been known to attack him with water balloons as soon as he gets home from work. I reckon you could say we are all a little playful in this house. So as you can tell I'm pretty used to be picked at, joked on, etc in our household. I'm used to finding the toy snakes in my bed, my oldest being under the bed and grabbing at my feet, etc. That's all in a day's play to me. But NOTHING and I do mean NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened this morning. My truck has been in the auto shop getting worked on the past few days, well I heard from the mechanic first thing this morning so I was on the phone relaying the conversation to my husband. While on the phone my youngest was trying to hand me something, so I held out my hand (like always, assuming he has found some minuscule crumb or "trash" on the floor) and right before he could drop this object in to my hands I realized it was a dang SPIDER! EEEEEEEK! I dropped the phone and ran to the other side of the kitchen, my oldest laughing the ENTIRE time. It was NOT just your ordinary little spider, it was one of those ginormous beast. (Everyone that knows me, knows that I have a fear of spiders and I'm also OCD when it comes to keeping my house clean. Every night after the kids are in bed, I spend at least an hour cleaning up the house. Top to bottom. Vacuuming is done first thing in the morning.) So at this point I'm terrified (even though the damn thing is dead), my oldest is rolling on the floor from laughing so hard, and have no clue where it came from. The rest of my morning turned into tearing my house apart inch by inch, because you know, you can't assume there is just ONE of those beast. They probably travel in packs with 29083712984792877 members. Anyway, here I am this afternoon reflecting back on my morning; my children probably think I'm absolutely crazier than before because of my reaction to this spider, they now have more ammunition against me since they realize that it scared the living daylights out of me, and my house looks like a Tasmanian Devil has been here. So that is how my morning went. Off to finish searching for any more beasts and clean up the mess I've created looking for them. Wish me luck!