I consider myself a fairly strong woman. I am a full time writer, I run the household, take care of the bills (and pretty much everything else), have given birth to two children and dealt with all the fun stuff that goes along with raising them. I got a masters degree when my children were still in diapers, I volunteer in their classes, I fight with the cable company and stand up for what I believe in and have been through more than I usually care to remember.
In essence, I’m a strong modern woman who can (and wants to) fight my own battles.
However…..I do have a weakness. A fairly major one…..
I hate spiders. Little ones, sure, I can deal with them. Mid-sized ones, I’ll freak out while killing them, but (if necessary) I can still go all Rambo on their eight-legged butts (I might have a minor breakdown afterwards, but still, I can deal…). Big ones…yeah, not going to happen. I was once trapped inside my house for almost an entire day because there was a HUGE spider on my doorbell. I mean that sucker covered THE ENTIRE BUTTON AND THE SURROUNDING AREA.
I only escaped because a neighbor came over to say hi and killed it for me 
Me and my dragon slayer on our honeymoon
Which is why I am very grateful, in this day and age, to have found a dragon slayer. An honest-to-goodness knight in shining armor who comes running armed with newspaper, flyswatters, and once even a pellet gun in order to kill the eight legged beasts that plague me and my kingdom.
Case in point – Monday night. This man, without complaint, pulled over and made my daughter late for her Girl Scouts meeting so he could fight off my particular species of dragon. The massive (okay it was kind of small but it ALMOST TOUCHED ME) bugger was crawling down my window…and then started crawling down the door….INCHES from MY LEG.
My husband pulled his truck over (though it may have been more because he was laughing so hard he couldn’t see to drive than because he wanted to help me out because at that point I had removed my seat belt and had curled myself up on the center console and was making my way into his lap all the while screaming PULL OVER! PULL OVER! while probably dropping a few inappropriate words seeing as how my children were in the car (I can’t be sure about that, I’m still a bit traumatized)…who, by the way, were also laughing at me, the little traitors).
*ahem* In any case, he pulled the car over and saved the day 
I’ve woken this poor man up in the middle of the night and at the crack of dawn; I’ve pulled him from chores and meetings and phone calls and interrupted all manner of daily tasks in order to slay my dragons. I get how ridiculous this is. I know I am much stronger and much bigger than “those who must not be named”, and I get that they are probably more scared of me than I am of them (doubtful actually, but that’s what people tell me).
I can really see myself doing this
But I am absolutely terrified of them. If you put one on me, I’d seriously shriek and cry and embarrass myself in a myriad of other ways that you probably don’t want me to get into So the fact that my husband selflessly rides in to my rescue on an often daily basis is something I don’t take lightly.
I might be an intelligent, strong, modern princess who can dang well fight my own battles and run my kingdom better than any prince, but even a girl like me needs a dragon slayer every so often
How about you?
About Michelle McLean
I love this!!! Myr
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Michelle McLean Reply:
October 27th, 2012 at 7:51 am
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We were on vacation once in a place called Noosa. Gorgeous three story place on the beach. Close to some bush. And spiders. My youngest and I found a monster in the upstairs toilet and called in the mounties. My dh tried to contain his “this isn’t a big deal” look and slipped off his shoe. But a nanosecond before the sole was to hit its target, the spider jumped. My dh yelled, leapt back, and knocked his elbow on the jamb. My youngest and I screamed too, which made everyone scream more coz the spider was still jumping. Finally the spider was dealt with, then my dh wanted to know why we screamed and made the spider jump. I said that *he* screamed and jumped first. Which, of course, he vehemently denies.
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Michelle McLean Reply:
October 27th, 2012 at 7:55 am
ROFL
yeah, my hubs never believes me when I say there is a huge spider somewhere since I’m apparently prone to exaggerate (esp when it comes to THEM). But I called him into the bathroom one day to kill a spider and when I asked him if he wanted a shoe, he said “Shoe? Hell, get my gun!” 
But spiders that JUMP?! *shudder* We have little ones that jump and they freak me out. A big one would have me comatose with terror LOL
We have one type out here that plays dead. I’ve come across them twice now. They’ll lay on their backs with their legs curled up. Then when they think they are out of danger they’ll flip over and scurry away. Scared me to death the first time I found one. I had grabbed some paper towels so I could scoop it up and when I reached down for it, it took off. Not fun.
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I’m with ya sister! Hate those things too!
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Michelle McLean Reply:
October 27th, 2012 at 7:56 am
Right!? I’ve gotten some grief from friends who insist that spiders have feelings too or at the very least are living creatures, etc etc, but…yeah…sorry, can’t stand them lol
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