I almost just had a heart attack. My throat is constricting and I am jumpy. I almost picked up a black widow. After seeing the spider, I fly into the house, grab the kids I babysit and put them on spider watching duty and run for the Raid. The kids are in hysterics, jumping around to see the "poisonous spider" and screaming. I snatch up Elon, throw him in the house, and grab the camera to take some pictures. I spray (and spray and spray) the THING with Raid and finally it drops to the ground, dead. Then I run to the phone to call Nathan and tell him he almost lost me, I almost got bit by a deadly black widow while bringing in towels off the drying rack. But I can't reach him, man, I can never reach him when I need him. So I stop by the computer to check out what black widows look like, having never actually seen one. After viewing about 50 images of "beautiful spiders" (their words)... I am a wreck. I keep jumping and feeling things crawling on my back. I imagine spiders crawling in our beds and think to myself, "First thing tomorrow, I'm callin' the bug man." But, I do discover one thing, my brush with death... um... actually it was a brush with a jumping spider. Even still, the fear alone almost killed me.
Ugly DISGUSTING Jumping Spider Picture Deleted... YAY!