You see, when Barry first informed me that there were no snakes in Ireland, I was shocked and relieved. I couldn't imagine! I had no idea there were no snakes in Ireland (to find out why there are no snakes, click here)! After all, I grew up in West Virginia...which is crawling with snakes...but not just any snakes...dangerous, scary, poisonous snakes like this:
|A rabid, killer, psycho rattlesnake.|
But then, he sweetened the pot even more and told me there were no spiders in Ireland either! I hate snakes, but I hate spiders SO much more! No spiders! Glory be! I was excited because, again, coming from West Virginia, we have dangerous, big, scary, poisonous spiders there, too! Like this:
|The demonic, sociopathic Black Widow. My brother and I actually found one of these out in the backyard once while playing as children.|
Yes...surprise to say the least. I avoided the knife attack by screaming and jumping around like a maniac. The spider dropped its knives and ran away. Barry watched the whole encounter obviously amused by my reaction to this beast.
Me: "YOU said there were no spiders here! What was that?"
Barry: (Still laughing inappropriately at my near death experience.) "I never said there were no spiders here. I said there were NO DANGEROUS spiders here."
Me: (Checking my body for stab wounds.)"Nope, you said zero spiders in Ireland just like there are no snakes!"
Barry: "Aye, there are no snakes, but I never said no spiders."
Me: (Hmmph.) Are there spiders in the flat upstairs?
Barry: (Silence accompanied with a look that clearly suggests there ARE spiders upstairs.)
Me: There are aren't there? Where did you see it last? How big was it? Where was it?
Barry: (Snickering.) Awk, I found one the other day but I didn't tell you.
Me: WHERE was it? Was it in the bed?
Barry: (Laughing.) Seriously? You won't ever see a spider in the bed.
Me: (I'm beyond freaked at this point.)Then where was it?!
Barry: In the shower.
Me: How many were there?
Barry: Just one.
Me: Have you ever seen any more in the flat ever before?
Me: (I have to plan my attack.)When? Where were they?
Barry: Awk, I don't remember where they were now. It may have been four or five months ago.
Me: I'm calling an exterminator!
Barry: Aw, shutup...you won't be able to get rid of spiders. They're everywhere.
Me: (This last statement doesn't make me feel any better. They're everywhere. My skin is crawling.)
So, now you understand. He told me there were no spiders here (even though he denies saying no spiders and insists he said no DANGEROUS spiders). I thought I would live a spiderless existence here...but alas, it is not to be. After some research, I did find the spider that almost caused me to meet my maker yesterday. It looked more like this I think...it all happened so fast. Just your average house spider...of which I've seen before in America. But, still. Freakin' spiders.