My first thought was to beat the crap out of it so I ran upstairs to look for a shoe. I didn't want to use one of mine so I grabbed Mike's hard soled slipper. I ran back downstairs. Then I realized I should take a picture before I kill him. I mean, what if THIS was the type of spider that gave me that horrific spider bite that was so painful for weeks and made me nauseous for two months?? Back upstairs for my camera. I could only get so close to spidey without freaking out and the lighting isn't that great. I didn't want to use the flash and cause him to jump at me so, here's what you get:
He's currently double zip lock bagged and hanging out outside in the mail box until tomorrow morning when I'm running him to the Batzner Pest place to have him identified. I'm sorry, Daddy Long Legs spiders I'm semi ok with. Centipedes, although I can't stand them, not nearly as scary as this guy. He has FANGS for crying out loud!! In my world, the only time I've seen something his size or larger is the zoo. I plan to "Office Space" him as soon as I find out what he is.