When I
was growing up I remember a time when I encountered a fairly large spider in my
storage room. At first I just stood there in horror, then ran up the stairs to
tell my mom what I have seen. She came down the stairs; we stared at it
together, and came to the conclusion that it was a gardener spider. Then mom
told me to fetch a Kleenex or napkin to dispose of the hideous thing. After
killing the spider, I felt much safer knowing there wasn’t a huge quarter size
spider crawling around our house.