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As I was putting on my makeup yesterday morning, I hear Megan screaming, "Mommy, there's a spider!" Anyone who knows my daughter knows she is not the little princess type. She is a rough and tough little girl full of piss and vinegar. However, this is one area in which she was predisposed to weakness. Momma doesn't do spiders either! We have been trying to teach her not to be afraid of bugs. So, while still a room away (having not seen the spider), I told her to step on it and pick it up with a tissue. After more screaming, I went to see. Holy Mother of God! It was a dinner plate sized tarantula (insert slight exaggeration here) under her bed. It took 10 minutes, a phonebook, a fly swat, the broom, and half a roll of paper towels to kill and dispose of that thing...all while trying to wrangle my son away from petting the "puppy". One of the single grossest moments of my life. It didn't phase Megan much. In fact, Itsy Bitsy Spider was the chosen song at bedtime. I, on the other hand, did not sleep at all, despite the fact that I checked every nook and cranny before going to bed. Yuck!
