At my girlfriend's mum's beach house, there was one outside the door as big as a ■■■■■■■ dinner plate. In the outside carport, but against a pole on the side away from the door. I HAD to kill it because they were the only two others there. And I HATE huntmans. Spiders in general I can kill easily, but I must've had some bad childhood experience or something.
So anyway I pick up this big shoe, run up to it while my nerves and mind are SCREAMING at me to run away, lift the shoe and BAM!!! Hit him so hard on the head that his legs hardly moved (I actually thought he was still alive, but when I tentatively lifted the shoe, it was DEAD. HA! Take that spider! Masculinity proved, right?
Wrong. You know what women are like. "Pick it up and move it!" my GF is saying. "Move it!"
I can't pick up a f***ing hunstman in my hands you crazy woman, have you gone mad????
Had to get her mum to move it. Who absolutely wasn't fazed.
■■■■ day that was.