It’s never easy to admit weakness.
That’s why it was wonderful to see so many supportive reader responses to my Sept. 2 column, “In the battle against giant spiders, seek reinforcements.”
Here’s a sampling of the emails and comments:
I was so amused at your article regarding your spider incident. I read it out loud through tears of laughter, happy to know I am not alone in the world. I have done similar things (and worse) when it comes to killing spiders. Thank you for sharing.
– Virginia Grandorff, Elma
The next time a big old spider threatens your life and limb, get out your vacuum cleaner! Whoosh, no more spider, and you can empty the container or the bag right into the garbage can.
– Wendy Weidman, Gig Harbor
Thanks, Lisa, for your story about the spider. … My whole family enjoyed it. We feel your pain!
– Tara Cline, Tacoma
I dislike dealing with spiders too. I have found a method that makes it relatively easy to catch one and keeps the spider at a distance. I have something called a “Webster” all-purpose cobweb duster. It has a telescoping handle for lengthening the handle. If a spider is up on a wall where it can’t be reached, I just extend the handle, reach up and snag the spider. It has little fuzzy-like ends that will easily trap the spider and it will stay in the duster until you can take it outside or flush it down the toilet, etc.
– Bev Marshall, Orting
I have never written to a columnist before, but after reading your column in today’s paper, I just felt I had to write. I, too, a couple of weeks ago, came across a spider in my bathroom that I knew was the devil spawn of an atomic test site tarantula. …
Not having any male assistance readily available, I decided that I would have to tackle this obstacle myself. I didn’t have any spider spray, but did have some to kill ants and hornets so figured that would have to do. After carefully removing anything on the sink and any towels hanging in the area where the spray or the creature itself might fall, and getting into a position to hightail it out of there just in case it decided to attack me, I started spraying. When the spray mist cleared, I saw it staggering and slipping on the wall, but it was still moving, so sprayed again. I stood there for a few minutes and watched as it fell to the floor. I then grabbed a bathroom cup and scooped it up and raced to the toilet where I then flushed three times, just in case.
I really enjoy your column each week. Keep it coming. – Susie Lesnett DeMent, Olympia
I’m a 72-year-old grandma who read your article on the giant spider in your house. I really laughed. I’ve had to get help to get rid of crawly, flying or running beasts. My saviors are my two cats – they love chasing the flying, crawling things, and give them a chance at a mouse (while grandma is jumping up and down on the dining table) and they are in heaven. Keep up the good writing. I really enjoy it.
– Coralie Munsell, Tacoma
Here’s my method for dealing with spiders: Put a glass over the spider to trap it. Then slide a piece of cardboard under the glass. Have someone open the front door, and while you’re giving the arachnid the heave-ho, you shout, “And stay out!” I’ve never seen one come back.
– Paul J. Nuccio, Lakewood
The night before I read your article, I was calmly brushing my teeth. Leaning over to my towel on the towel rack to wipe my face, I came “up close and almost personal” with a brown hairy monster about two inches in diameter. Low and behold he was just “hanging out” on my towel.
Mike, my husband, nearly got a heart attack as I screamed for my life and tossed the electric toothbrush across the room. Of course I ran into the bedroom and yelled at him to “Kill it, kill it!” … Again, thanks for a great read and “happy hunting!” Keep up the fun articles, Lisa.
– Shaun Brown, Tenino
Oh Lisa, I am so with you on this one. I detest spiders and I don’t care if they are good for something. Any time I see a wood spider or whatever, I actually gag. I do not bother to move them outside; if they are inside, they are fair game – and very dead – as soon as I scream for hubby to kill it, that is.
– Anonymous711 via comments at www.theolympian.com.Lisa Pemberton is raising three children while working as a reporter at The Olympian. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.