Now It Can Be Told!

We kept quiet about this until after our family's visit. Sometimes, it's just better not to know these things!

Several mornings ago, I (David) stepped into our shower as I do each morning around 6:00 a.m. As I turned around, there he was hunkered down in the corner of the shower where I had just stepped --- big as a full grown armadillo, ten pounds at least, massive, ugly --- a big black hairy gigantic (did I say big?) tarantula! Ok, he was only about three or four inches wide. He just seemed as big as a full grown armadillo. To say the least, I made my way out of the shower quicker than I had entered. Glynis said that I was making some sort of a grunting sound.

I debated if I should let her see it, but I knew that there was no way I could not. I said, "Come here baby, look at this!" She walked into the bathroom, took one quick look at the little critter, and ran. I am not sure where she was running, but I knew she had no plans to linger in the bathroom. Then it crossed her mind to get the camera, but being in my circumstances, I didn't feel that the time was right for flashing photos.

What does one do with a tarantula in the shower? Can a tarantula run fast? Do they jump? What happens when you whomp a tarantula with a shoe? I surely didn't want to close the door with just him and me in the bathroom. Not knowing any other sensible alternative, I chose to deal with him using the shoe whomping method. After sufficiently having a Sunday School lesson with him with my bedroom shoe, I transported him in a stack of tissues to the comode for a watery burial.

Therefore and henceforth, before we get into bed tonight, we will take a look to see if the covers have any unusual lumps! You just never know...

It's all in the exciting day of a missionary!