A couple of evenings ago I was sitting in front of the PC in the guest room when I heard Donna squeal my name loudly from the living room. When I got to the living room, she told me that a giant spider just ran across the floor in front of her and dashed down the hallway towards where I was.
I didn’t see anything when I came down that hallway, so I turned on the flashlight on my phone and started looking for the spider. Under anything, on the floors and even walls. Nothing. Donna’s sense of scale is skewed a lot smaller than mine, anything over a 1/2″ in diameter to her is giant. To get labeled giant by me the spider has to be at least 2 inches.
After my fruitless search I wanted to get a more accurate size from her, so I asked her if it was as big as the laptop’s mouse figuring if I went over the top, she would give a me a much smaller estimate. But I was wrong, she said, “Yeah, that big.” There were no further sightings that night.
Last night I was in the kitchen making her evening sleepy tea when from the living room I heard her cry, “There it is again!” I popped out and said, “Which way did it go?” “She pointed and said, “By the desk.” I hustled back into the kitchen to grab a couple paper towels and went over to the desk. Crap, there was a large brown mass on the floor pushed up in the corner of the desk and the wall. Well okay, that is kind of giant. I grabbed it with the paper towels and squeezed to kill it.
She was wrong as to it being as large as the laptop’s mouse, it was maybe half that size. She was also wrong that it was a spider, when I opened the paper towel, I realized it wasn’t a spider at all, it was an honest to God mouse of the rodent variety.
