Meet Rufus

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I would like to introduce you to my friend Rufus. 

12:00 a.m. 10/02/09

Rufus was so kindly perched on my PILLOW last night when I got home.  I think this was his way of initiating a first meeting.  Sorry Rufus, I'm taken.

I am not one of those bug-preserving humans who believes that all creatures serve a purpose and thus deserve a space in the universe.   I might actually believe the head honcho put them on this earth as one of my tests.

Seeing Rufus was startling.  I wish I was tough and could just squish and be done, but I am a wuss, and to be fair, he is practically the size of a small dog (only a slight exaggeration).

I tend to experience temporary paralysis when confronted with creatures of Rufus' kind.  My brain is frozen.   What the heck do I do? Not even a finger moves.  I stood and stood and stood there, and Rufus stayed in the same spot just the same.  It was like a country western quick draw.  Who was going to pull the gun first?  I contemplated all of my options.  It felt like an eternity.  Big bug - on bed - no sleep until it is moved - father sleeping - guess your going at it alone sista - and again with the paralysis. 

I broke free of my paralysis.  Realizing that I would need to take charge of the situation, I ran to the kitchen for a jar (because jars are so menacing and stuff?).  Upon my return, Rufus was still waiting to continue our stare-down.  My heart is literally racing.  I am the bigger creature, WTF am I so scared of!?  Ok woman, you are getting married, you are looking into owning your own home, you can damn well shove that spider into that jar!  Get a hold of yourself!

1:00 a.m. 10/02/09

I grew a pair, Rufus was captured. 

Not knowing what to do with him, and being so very proud that I managed to stuff one of the largest spiders in existence into a jar, lead me to the decision to leave Rufus on the kitchen counter for my family to see.  I left a note so they wouldn't wonder why their 22 year old daughter had displayed characteristics similar to that of a 6 year old little boy.

It looked like this:

Go my team.

The End.