After our baths late one night recently, we were scattered around the lounge room with tennis on the telly.
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As the commentators chatted, Katianna journaled, Yasinta sipped Kombucha, Tiani supped on waffles and Kym reclined to drift off to sleep - until a slight tickle on my husband’s arm roused him from his slumber.
Kym was immediately aware of an enormous huntsman traversing the length of his limb and instinctively flicked the villain off his skin.
Unfortunately, for one precious daughter, Daddy had just thrown a gigantic spider at her.
As if in slow motion, 14-year-old Yasinta had instantly begun to rise and move away from her father when she sensed his sudden reaction, then caught a glimpse of the terrifying creature.
She may forever be haunted by the sight of the large leggy brown arachnid flying through the air directly towards her, as she defensively turned away - just in time to lose sight of the beast.
The room erupted then, with Kym fully alert while Katianna, Tiani and I were on our feet armed for fight or flight.
Yasinta was jumping up and down screaming; “Is it on me?! Is it on me?! Is it on me?!” while still clutching the bottle of Kombucha with liquid splashing out of the bottle each time she landed on the carpet again.
Yasinta was jumping up and down screaming
Turning her head first one way and then the other, she spun in circles trying to see her back, while desperately begging us to, “Get it off me, get it off me, get it off me!”
Discarding her bottle and kimono, we were able to assure her there was no apparent danger on her person or in her bun of blonde hair.
Knowing none of us would sleep with that granddaddy monster on the loose, we began a methodical search of the room; furniture, throw rugs, cushions, walls and floor.
Composed enough to return to her floral robe crumpled on the floor, and just before dressing, Yasinta made the gruesome discovery. The brute was hiding inside a sleeve.
Now Daddy cooly stepped in to remove the creepy-crawly from the house; our hero.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the high cost of cleaning. You just leave those spider webs exactly where they are.