When I was pregnant with Grady I went out into the garage at my parents to get a drink and on my dad's corvette was the biggest damn beatle I'd ever seen. I swear it was the size of a mouse. It had crazy crooked antenas too.
I almost called the Discovery channel.
You may all laugh at my expense.... Several weeks ago on a day that Brent was at work and I was alone with the kids, we spent the morning out in the yard. When I put the baby down for his nap I got into the shower. I run my hands over my hair and feel something hard and crunchy-like. I just KNEW it was a spider. I'm running the water over my hair waiting for it to let go and run off and down the drain. No dice. I flip my head over hoping again that it'll let go and run off. Nope. So I take a hugh glob of shampoo and gently wash around that spot and hoping that some shampoo will get on it and it'll get out. Not a chance. I'm about to have a nervous breakdown here. I take the washcloth and put it on my head and pull the sucker out of my hair. I throw it on the floor of the shower and flip it over with my foot to see the monster. It was a stinking arse beatle.
All that drama for something I'm not even scared of.