It's NOT My Turn

Yesterday I needed to do a batch of dark laundry, so I went about the house gathering dirty clothes from all their many places. I went to each of the kid's rooms and emptied their hampers into one single hamper so I could carry it upstairs easier. I dumped all the darks into the washer. Then I went through Alexandra's room, gathering, and put all her dirty darks in the washer. Last I went to mine and Jeremy's hamper and sorted until I got everything I needed into a single pile. Then I carried that pile into the laundry room and threw the last bit of laundry from our room into the washer. As I turned around to get the laundry soap, something caught my attention and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned back around and looked into the washer to see a DISGUSTING spider crawl out from under an article of clothing, to the top of the pile!

It looked just like the one in the picture! I was about to throw up! I stood there for a minute trying to think of what on earth I should do next. I decided to reach for the spider spray that I keep on top of the fridge and I would spray right into the laundry. I peeked around the corner into the kitchen only to discover that there was NO SPIDER SPRAY! I'm all out!! How did that happen? It never should have been neglected from my shopping list!

There was no way on earth I was about to reach into the washer and start smashing around in the laundry to get a running spider. Nor was I about to try to trap it in any kind of container - that would again, require me to reach my hand inside the washer with that disgusting creature.

So what did I do instead? I looked back into the washer and the stupid thing was gone! I'm sure it crawled down into the clothes again. I slammed down the lid of the washer and turned it on! EWWW!

Then I immediately called Jeremy and told him there was a load of laundry in the washer with his name on it. I refused to carry out the rest of that job. When he came home I made him transfer the laundry to the dryer, and when he gets home today it will be his job to fold it.

I don't have any idea what happened to that spider. I'd like to think it got sucked through the hose that discards all the dirty water. I mostly fear that all of our clothes now have little spider parts woven into the threads. I have to find some comfort in knowing that Jeremy will carefully check each and every article of clothing as he folds it to make sure it meets my family safety guidelines for being spider free. (even as I'm writing this I have a lump in my throat!)