Madame Wazelle

So last night Michael and I were relaxing before bed, doing some reading and just unwinding, when we saw a humongous spider.

It was really, really big.

Michael has recently embraced some non-violent beliefs since his world religions class which I normally approve of, and agree with. But I have a exception clause: spiders.

It may be related to the fact that I saw Arachnophobia when I was 10, or just because I'm easily freaked out by just about anything. :) But I do not like spiders.

So it falls upon my husband to do away with them.

I always tell him (and it is true) that if he wants to capture it and release it outside, I will feel just as secure. He does not have to kill it. However, last night he didn't sense the urgency of the project and the spider escaped into the heater.xzz

After that, we both were pretty distracted from our reading and kept looking over to the corner where we last saw it. I noticed our fixation, and offered: what should we name her?
?????ZZ?
Michael: Madame Huge!
Me: How about just Madame.
No, it needs more syllables.
Ah! Mademoiselle. Perfect.
Michael: Who is Madame Wazelle?

And the name stuck.

Epilogue: Later Michael did kill her, but I found another one on the ceiling today. It escaped my assassination attempt and I was so spooked by the whole thing, I jumped a foot when I stepped on a twist tie Nathanael left on the floor. I was gasping for breath as if something actually scary had happened!