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My hubby's friend called us last night at about 9:15pm. "Dude, you have to come over and get this spider, it's as big as my fist!!" He tried to tell them how to capture it, but they kept saying, "It's as big as my fist!!" So he get dressed and goes over there to find a 4" male T on their garage floor. He captured it and THEN they tell him it was on the ceiling, they sprayed it with Raid and it fell to the floor!!!
He's in death curl right now, I don't expect him to last after today. I have his face in water, but I doubt that he can drink enough to get the damn (oops!) poison out of his system. He's moving every so slowly, doing the little stretch thing.
Why the BLEEP didn't they call us BEFORE they sprayed the poor guy?
He's in death curl right now, I don't expect him to last after today. I have his face in water, but I doubt that he can drink enough to get the damn (oops!) poison out of his system. He's moving every so slowly, doing the little stretch thing.
Why the BLEEP didn't they call us BEFORE they sprayed the poor guy?