it's not my secret to share, but I feel compelled to do so anyway.
I'm not letting my own cat out of the bag... this one belongs to my lovely husband. the greatest man I've ever known (besides my papa, of course), my best friend, my semi-handyman, the father of my cats, and the best back-scratcher in the world.
he is deathly afraid of spiders. I'm talking... won't-even-kill-it-because-he's-too-busy-screaming AFRAID.
and I must be a horrible wife, because I find it absolutely hysterical that a grown man of 27 years old is SO afraid of little 8-legged creatures.
the other evening, I was taking out the trash, and with the removal of a trash bag, we discovered a pretty big spider. his body was about an inch and a half long, and his leg span easily cleared 3 inches from leg to leg. Sean saw it before I did and flippedthefuckout. I'm not afraid of spiders, as long as they're not touching me. so to give my dear husband a little scare, I touched the spider and made him crawl along the wall. I've never heard a grown man scream so loud in my life.
I couldn't help but double over in laughter, before crushing the poor thing with my flip flop to relieve Sean of fear and dispose of it's body in the trash bag I was taking to the curb.
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