I actually thought that this morning as I was putting on the longest jeans I could find, the thickest socks, the chunkiest tennis shoes.
See, we found two large spiders in one of Allies toy buckets. Actually, Allie found them. In this sweet, 3 1/2 year old voice, "Nana, there's a spider in my cars."
But she was wrong. There were TWO spiders in the bucket with her toy cars!
Diana came out and took charge. She grabbed a butter knife and was going to bludgeon them to death. "What is the better end to use, the knife or the blunt end?" I decided the blunt end because it was bigger and she had a better chance of actually hitting them with it.
I personally would have gone with a blow torch, but ours was in the shop.
Allie kept standing there, very close to them, telling Diana and I that she was afraid of spiders. Liar. If she was so afraid of them, she'd be in the next room. Standing next to me.
We thought about throwing a big towel over them, then putting the little bucket into a big bucket and throwing it outside. But neither one of us wanted to get that close to them. Diana debated about our next move, crouched a couple feet from the bucket. I stood a couple yards away, hot pads on both hands, waiting to run at any second.
I finally got the Raid. Diana sprayed them to death, then threw a towel over them. With the hot pads still on my hands, I grabbed the little bucket, put it into a larger bucket, then threw everything out into the backyard.
It would have been much easier if we had just had that hazmat suit.