Arachniphobia

So... the Italians won. Yee-ha.

2010, Germany. 2010.

Anyway, back to life. So our new apartment is infested with spiders. And not the nice looking daddy long legs, or those little tiny spiders that run across your book while your doing homework that you just flick away without a second thought. No, these are BRAND NEW SPIDERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN TO HUMAN EYES. Or at least not to my human eyes. Not even at camp have I seen spiders like these. For all I know they're highly poisonous. Size-wize, they are somewhere in between the daddy long legs and the tiny spiders, which puts them in the category of pure evil. They're big enough to freak you out, big enough to easily see them crawling across the floor to your bed at night to kill you. That's right, Paul Breuninger, they are out to kill me! They're icky and sinister looking and they like to stare me down.

Did I mention that so far I'm the only who has gotten to experience these spiders so far? I think the others are honestly beginning to question if being all alone for a month has finally taken its toll on my mind.

Let me set the record straight. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE EVIL. THEY ARE TRYING TO TAKE OVER OUR APARTMENT. One actually followed me all the way to work one morning. I could see it as I drove, hanging on to one of my side mirrors. When I got to work I knocked it off with my shoe, afraid if I left it on my car it would sneak inside somehow. When I left work later that day, I found out-- the hard way-- that the darn thing had fought its way back up and was camped out underneath my door handle. I am still afraid to open my car door.

Then there was the spider that had the audacity to make this huge web right outside our front door. I convinced Paul to pull that thing down real quick, but he refused to kill the spider and I just know that's going to come back to haunt me. The spider probably lies in wait for his chance to get in the house... if he's not already in there, watching my every move from a secret lair above the cupboards.

Or in my closet. Which is where I found the latest spider this morning. Or rather, I found it after I had pulled out a shirt to wear and was about to put it on and realized something was scurrying across the front of it. ARRGGHHH. Now I can't even put on clothes without the fear.

And the funny thing is, I was never scared of spiders. Bees and other flying insects have always been my weakness. Spiders were safe. They can't fly, they can't run faster than me-- clearly I have the advantage. But not when they OUTNUMBER ME!

Does anybody have any good exterminating tips?