Well, yesterday was pretty exciting. It started at 5:00 in the morning when I went to open up the shop for the subs. I like to go early and look things over, clean up some, etc.. This particular morning, I entered the front door, found my way to one of the temporary shop lights, turned it on and saw that I was a few inches from a tarantula. Did I mention that I have a very high degree of arachnophobia. Very high. After what I am sure was a couple of hours passed, I was able to gain some degree of movement and slowly moon-walked my **** back away from the monster staring at me. Did you know that spiders have beady, little sneaky, sinister looking eyes and a lot of them. I do. When a spider is big enough to trip over, that's just wrong....
After going through some deep breathing exercises, I came to the conclusion that since the sipder-zilla was fairly close to one of the roll up doors, I would let him live outside in the cruel world and would help him along the way with a push broom. When I approached the abomination with the broom, it actually moved a little in my direction. This led me to the conclusion that the length of a standard shop broom was not nearly enough safety distance for any sane person.
I looked around the shop (with one eye still on the evil one) and spied a 2x10 metal stud left over from my construction. 10' hummm... not happy with it, but it might do.
I picked up the stud, which if you don't know is actually more a u-channeled piece of metal, and began to approach to creature by sliding the end ever closer to it. Just when the metal touched it, it JUMPED TOWARD ME!!!!! and then began to RUN up the stud toward me.
My memories are a little blurry from this moment on, but I know I made a sound like a 4 year girl and threw the metal stud away from me fast enough to make a sonic boom. Unfortunately, I fling it in the direction of the inside living space I had just tiled. Yes, I threw a f-ing Ta-Ta-Ta-rantula inside the area in which I will not only live, but must spend untold hours in installing a kitchen and bathroom.
While staring with a look of horror on my face, the thing crawled over the base of the wall and deep into the room. As I ponder what I did in my last life to deserve this fate, I feel a wetness on my hand and realize that throwing a sharp edged metal stud in a fit of panic with no gloves on was not one of my brightest moves. 10 stitches not bright. The little ******* has all ready hurt me without even touching me directly. Where is the demon seed today? Somewhere in the shop, maybe... I will be getting the lifts installed as soon as possible because there is no way I am laying on a creeper at eye level to that crawling nightmare. Everything IS bigger in Texas. Here a couple of pics for your viewing pleasure.
You have an uncomparable way with words. Good luck with The Beast.
This is twice in the past year I've had to reach for pressurized chemicals in a can to take care of my my eight footed foe (first was break parts cleaner which worked a little better). 