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Cleaning out my closet just now, I discovered an ENORMOUS spider creeping on one of my skirts. Being a strong, sensible woman who spends her days changing diapers and wiping snotty noses and being the sheltering arms that small children run to...

I shrieked like a seagull.

And spent five minutes whimpering while my brother chased it.

And then I hit it with a big stick until it stopped twitching.



...totally diversionary tactics. *cough*