As I stared into her kitchen from my computer screen, she ran around her apartment making all sorts of noise. Sharkdawg was following her, of course, he's her guard dog. Which led her to yell "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!"
She didn't know what kind of bug it was. So she started yelling, "It has wings. It's flying. It's a spider! It's a flying spider!".
Now if that doesn't scare the pants right off of you, I don't know what will.
But then she says, "It's like it's butt is separated from it's body. It has a separate butt." That doesn't sound like any spider I've ever seen. She managed to successfully trap it behind the blinds and then let it outside.
And then she drew me this picture.
See? It's butt is detached. And from that lovely drawing, I managed to find this:
Ew, right? But guess what? That's exactly what is was. A mud dauber. Apparently it's a kind of wasp. And it feeds on baby black and brown widow spiders. That ups the scary factor quite a bit, does it not? But now it's safely living it's life outside my bunhead's apartment.
And maybe I have a new career in entomology, aka. the study of insects.
Also, I want you to know that Jestina and I were simultaneously writing posts about the same exact thing at the same exact time. Because that's how LT we are.