As I was washing my face last night before hitting the hay, I noticed something in my peripheral vision dropping in front of the mirror. When I looked closer, I noticed it was a spider, and he was on my sink, and the "OHMYGOD, Ewww, Ewww it's a spider", dance was on. Since James wasn't at home, and Zach's almost as fond of the monsters as I am, and there was no way I was going to get close enough to the damned thing to hit it with anything, I snatched the bottle of rarely used hair spray. I stood back as far as I could while still keeping within spraying distance and let 'er loose, thinking the hair spray would disable him long enough for it to set and possibly freeze-dry, or drown, him until he could be removed. Hopefully by someone other than myself.
The first volley of hair spray ammo didn't stop him from moving and he tried to escape, but I pursued him behind the toothbrush holder and attacked again and again until he stopped moving. He was only about an inch or so long, as far as I could see from a distance and without my glasses, but I do know he was brown and had some sort of mark on his back. This quick ID was enough for me to decide he had to be a brown recluse so I sprayed him, unmoving though he was, with two finger blasts, over and over. I might need to mention here that most spiders I see have the potential to be brown recluses except for the black widow and that hussy couldn't possibly be misidentified.
This morning when I went in to check, he was GONE! I'm hoping that James noticed the hair-sprayed mirror, counter, sink, and toothbrushes, and the spider carcass, and removed him, because the thought that he might have escaped would just be too much for my nerves to handle, it's the not knowing where he IS part that gets to me the most. I tend to feel crawly for days after those sort of encounters.
Today I did an internet search to see if I could identify him for sure but gave up after finding out that the spot on the back was supposed to be fiddle shaped, and the recluse has 3 prs of eyes instead of the normal 4. I gathered from this information that you'd have to be on top of the creature with a magnifying glass to find this out and that just ain't about to happen here since he's gone and there's no way I'd ever be that close on purpose.
The bathroom is still sticky with hair-spray because I haven't gotten my nerve up to go near where spidey might still be hiding. Every time I've had to go in there today I've kept my eyes peeled for him because if he lived through all that White Rain, he's probably out for revenge.
I hate spiders. I hate them a lot. And I'm not especially fond of snakes either!