OK, this can't really be considered crafty.... unless you call spider killing a craft...
I am really terrified of spiders. To the point of making a total idiot of myself. Early Monday, (the kids were off school for a 'bank holiday') and they were upstairs cleaning their rooms, or at least pretending to. Katherine, my oldest, comes to tell me she can't clean any longer because there was a medium-ish spider in her room on her princess canopy near the ceiling. (she did actually say medium-ish). After listening to her whine for a bit I went to check it out and OH MY GOODNESS. Disgusting, black, hideous, monster-of-a-spider. What can I do????? I can't leave it, because then it would disappear and I would have to move. SO, I call my friend Patti. (that's what friends are for, right?). She tells me to get my spider spray (she bought it for me a while back, isn't she nice?). So, standing precariously on this little rocker in my girls' room I spray the sucker. He falls and crawls under their playhouse thing. Great. I call Patti back. She says I HAVE to move the house and get the spider. Great. I tell her I won't because it will run at me. She promises me it won't. So, it starts to run out, I spray (and scream- A LOT) and it runs under the house again, (not sure if it is because the spray or the screaming). Then, I BRAVELY move the house and guess what??? IT CAME RUNNING RIGHT AT ME. My friend Patti LIED!!! Now, yes, I am still on the rocker, but still - it was running right at me!!!!!!! I started screaming and spraying nasty, stinky chemicals in its direction. Meanwhile, my girls had been standing by the door and they both FREAK OUT and run into the boys' room and I hear my oldest screaming and my 2 year old crying and saying, "scare me, scare me!". The monster-of-a-spider makes it to the safety of an empty box and disappears. I immediately start laughing. I realize how totally ridiculous I am being, but I can't help it and by this point I think I am high on spider-spray fumes. Still perched on the rocker I make my 7 year old bring me in a big stick so I can move the box. (my 2 year old is still crying in the next room) Then, screaming again, I spray it until it crawls to the safety of the shoe rack(and by crawls, I mean drags its half dead, withering body). Then I shut the door to the room, declared it off limits and had my lying friend Patti come and carry the body away. Ewwww.
So, here is a picture of it....
Keep in mind, it was doused with chemicals and shrank considerably upon death. I would have take a picture of it alive, but I am not crazy.
I have recovered from the shock. My kids will get there eventually. Poor Elena, my 2 year old, had to "go nakie in her bankie" for the rest of the afternoon to recover. (that is her speak for stripping off all her clothes and wrapping up in her blankie. She finds this unusually comforting... I would post a pic because she is sooo cute, but some people are freaks).
I did learn two very important lessons, though..... #1 Don't listen to Patti. #2 if I am being bludgeoned to death in my home, no matter how loudly I scream, my neighbors will NOT call the police.
And, just to add in some craftiness to this horridly long post... here is a pic of some of the yarn my mom bought for me. Isn't she awesome!?