As I was setting up the trainer, I headed downstairs to change into bike clothes. I flipped on my bedroom light. And there, in the corner, near my BED, was the largest, blackest, hairiest spider I have seen inside in Oregon.
I may have shrieked a little.
Ok, I screamed like a little girl.
And then this is where I usually call M to save me. Unfortunately,my amazing brave triathlete spider-saving spouse is out of town being a dutiful son, so I was on my own.
This involved more shrieking and a large shoe and some pounding. The body was so big it was still lumpy. So I sprinted upstairs and grabbed my vacuum. And I vacuumed it up, and then dumped it into a garbage bag, and put it into the garage. And then I vacuumed the house and the stairs.
I know that plenty of people wish I would save spiders, and honestly, I've come a long way from "squish and scream". Now it's scream and hope for my manly man to save me. Spiders are good for the world, but I just can't handle them in bed with me!
After all that, I decided maybe save the bike for tomorrow, since what with the screaming and vacuuming, it took about 45 minutes plus time to scrub the kitchen.
What? I find kitchen scrubbing to be good therapy!