Phobia

So...I was giggling today thinking about Tito imitating me the other night. We were enjoying the bright color box and I noticed a spider on our ceiling. Tito has become way more patient with me and my spider phobia...and he responded by calmly getting up and getting the swiffer to smoosh the spider. Only...when he went to smoosh it...it dropped to floor! When the spider had been killed and accounted for my calm response was....they are evil motherfuckers, that is what they do. And it is true! I think they drop from the ceiling as soon as they see the shadow of whatever is coming to kill them. So then Tito was immitating me saying "they are evil motherfuckers, that is what they do"...and it reminded me of Corey immitating me telling him that we had made the cottage in Chautauqua "a hostile environement and they should evacuate the premises" when talking about spiders. Geez...I really do hate those little evil motherfuckers. A couple months ago we were driving and I thought I felt my hair on my neck and when I went to push it behind my ear a spider dropped onto my leg! I yelled "motherfucker" at the top of my lungs and then hit my leg so hard I gave myself a big bruise. But that little motherfucker was toast. Oh, and Tito didn't crash the car when I yelled. He is good like that.