On Sunday, Yvette and I were rearranging stuff in the garage in preparation for the roofing guys to come in and tear the roof off way too early in the morning on Monday. During the course of moving all the boxes around and covering stuff up, we managed to disturb a spider. I looked over at Yvette, and I saw a large, globular black spider crawling up her neck. Now, it so happens that Black Widow spiders aren’t all that uncommon around here, and from a few feet away, this thing really, really looked like a Black Widow.
I attempted to calmly say “Hold still” so I could brush it off her without her getting bitten, but apparently my eyes gave me away, and Yvette totally freaked out. So she’s shaking all of her clothing out and moving around, while I’m trying to get her to stand still so I can find the stupid spider and get it off her before she gets bitten. Mentioning that I thought the spider was a Black Widow was decidedly not helpful. It probably would have been comical if we weren’t doing such a good job of completely panicking each other. Yvette managed to get the spider off of herself, and I eventually recovered it. It turned out to most likely be Steatoda grossa, a much less dangerous relative of the Black Widow.
After the incident, Yvette and I talked about what we might have done differently. We didn’t really come up with anything, other than possibly running “Spider Drills”. I’d just walk up to her and calmly say “Don’t move” or something similar, and we’d practice not freaking each other out. I really hated the feeling of the whole thing spiraling out of control like that, with everything I said and did just making the situation worse.