This is not what I had in mind when I said this would be an Adventure.

The other day I had quite a scare.  For a while now we’ve been hanging our trash bag from the ironing board—which is tucked along side our fridge—to keep it out of the reach of Little Ones.  Anyway, I was dashing about the kitchen getting supper prepared for Eliot and myself, while feeding Peter his supper, when I turned around and saw a black spider just inside the trash bag, just below eye level.  It gave me quite a start.  I took a closer look, however, and discovered that this wasn’t just any black spider, but a redback black spider.  The redback spider is Australia’s version of the black widow, and it is lethal (though no deaths have been reported since an anti venom was introduced in the late 50's).  My initial surprise turned into alarm and I quickly turned to my spider removal weapon of choice (the vacuum) and sucked that baby right up.  They say that spiders are more afraid of us than we are of them.  Well fine, but I’m not the one packing neurotoxin.  I’m just saying.

With shaking hands I finished feeding Peter, got him showered and to bed.  Then I called Merlene, my friend from church who is also my mom-away-from-mom, as well as a Perth native.  I was distressed.  I had been reassured, albeit by my fellow ex-pat friends, that the redback was pretty reclusive.  That it much preferred the quiet of dusty corners in abandoned shacks to the lights and noise of a human residence.  I also knew that, like the black widow, it was a slow, unaggressive spider that is happy to live and let live if left alone.  I was also kind of annoyed.  I knew for a fact that the exterior of our building had been sprayed for pests such as these, so why was there one hanging out in my trash!?  Anyway, Merlene was very reassuring and agreed to come over a day or two later to help me with the boys so that I could fumigate the apartment.  I hung up, put Eliot to bed, and got on with my evening.

I was sitting there, watching TV and obsessing about the spider trying to forget the whole thing, and I was puzzled as to why, and how, that spider had crawled up into our trash of all places.  I mean, trash isn’t really what spiders go for after all.  Then it dawned on me in one blood-chilling moment.  It hadn’t crawled up there.

I had put it there!

You see, our mailboxes are located some distance from the building along the road to allow the postman easy access.  These mailboxes have always creeped me out.  They have these little metal doors that swing shut and they keep out the rain, but not much else.  They’re dark and dirty and cobwebby.  In other words, just the sort of place you might expect to find a redback spider.  We had gone out to get the mail that day, all three of us.  I took tongs from the kitchen because I never put my bare hand in there, because of the aforementioned dark, dirty, cobwebs.  I remember thinking that it seemed particularly webby.  Freshly webby.  There was a lot of junk mail.  I pulled it all carefully out with the tongs and went back upstairs.  The junk mail went straight into the trash, evidently along with the redback spider (omg!), and we went merrily on with our day until my discovery at supper time.

So, the take home messages:

1    Fumigation is still continuing as planned.  You can never be too safe after all.

2    Spider spray is to be purchased and sprayed directly into our mailbox on a regular basis.

3    Mail is to be retrieved sans children and never with bare hands.

4    Mail is to be examined and brushed off before coming into the apartment.

Am I in danger of forgetting any of these things?  With the image of that spider branded on my frontal cortex?  Not likely.

I will say this:  as eyes-rolling-up-in-your-head creepy as the idea of me carrying that spider into the apartment is, it actually comes as quite a relief to know that it isn’t a case of redback spiders just waltzing into our home of their own volition.  After all, that spider was probably as unhappy to be there as I was to have it there.  At least now I feel like I’m in control of the situation moving forward, and that is a great comfort.  Though I can’t imagine I’ll be getting a great night’s sleep for a little while yet.