Hero’s come in all shapes and sizes and from all walks of life. The movies are filled with them. Let’s face, who doesn’t love Captain America [Sigh]?
In these epic adventures they arrive in the nick of time to save the damsel in distress from some calamity, that is often man made or in a lot of cases self made.
Now everyone who knows me will know that I don’t like creepy crawlies and at the top of that list comes spiders. I can remember being prepared to sleep out in the hall as a teenager because there was a spider in my room. Thankfully on this occasion my sister very kindly allowed me to sleep in her room with her.
In our house we have two glasses which permanently reside on our window sill (in case we get more than one spider at a time, if we get three, we are royally screwed). Any normal person walking into their house and seeing a glass upside down in the middle of the floor would probably be asking “What the heck?”. In our house, my husband doesn’t even bat an eyelid. He’ll just find me, wherever I am and say one word.
“Spider?” Once he has confirmation he will put the beastie out.
Now, last night I was awakened with a sore back. After tossing and turning for a while, I decided to get up and get some pain killers. I went into our kitchen acquired the tablets and took them. Walking back through the living room on my way back to bed, much to my shock, there was this enormous spider (my husband will tell you it wasn’t that big but in my world, it was huge) blocking my path. To make matters worse, it was between me and the special spider catching glasses.
I tried calling him but having had a pretty stressful day, which is another story, I didn’t get any reply. What could I do, I was desperate and if I continued to shout for him, I probably would have awakened the next door neighbour too? In my moment of blind panic, I forgot that our phones had an internal dialling function. Grabbing the phone which thankfully was on my side of the room and not the monster spider’s side, I called him. Having had an emergency phone call at 6:30am the previous morning, I’m sure that the sound of another call at 2:30am was not a nice thing to be woken by.
Anyway, he answered the phone and in a panicked voice, I quickly told him my predicament. He came down the stairs to find me perched on the end of the settee with my feet tucked up below me (I was terrified that he would walk through the door and startle it and it would then run in my direction). Well apparently not even a man over 6ft tall could startle this spider as it didn’t move. Calmly as ever, he lifted one of the glasses and popped it over the spider and using a handy piece of card, slipped it under the glass and transported “Syliva” (he’s started naming them all) to the next door neighbour’s garden. Crisis averted it was now safe to go to bed.
I know that in the grand scheme of things, what my husband did would not be seen as particularly heroic but in my little world, he is my hero.
Love you honey,