Story Time - Sherlock's Creepy Crawly Night

The most heinous thing happened last night, and I just have to debrief about it.

We were lying in bed on the iPad because we wanted to go to bed, but it was too early to be respectable. Sherlock was full of piss and vinegar running around our room, rummaging through everything, and playing with his toys. Nothing new here.

He had been quiet for a little while (20-30 seconds) and I grew concerned about what he was getting into. We look over to see him just staring at his bed in his crate.

He was staring INTENTLY at something in there. It was like he was scared to move. And then he put his face down a little and JERKED it back.

At that point I muttered, “I don’t even WANT to know what’s crawling around in his crate right now…”

David walked over to his crate to check it out and Sherlock refused to move for a bit. Staring at his bed. David pushed Sherlock out of the way and stuck his head in there to investigate. That’s when he saw it…

A GIANT WOLF SPIDER IN SHERLOCK’S BED!! Big enough that we briefly considered giving it a name and teaching it some tricks.

Upon further investigation it appeared as though Sherlock and the spider had had an epic duel, which resulted in Sherlock squishing the arachnid with his longest dog toy; as we would use the longest stick possible to kill a spider.

After David removed the creature from the crate and viciously smashed it with a shoe and paper towel to ensure there would be no resurrection, we shuddered and crawled back into bed. All of us, that is, except Sherlock. He continued to stare at his crate. Something about that spider spooked him good enough to want nothing to do with his bed after that. We coaxed him into his crate, and he viciously sniffed around the whole bed and lifted up the corners to check for more hidden fugitives.

In the end, Sherlock did not sleep in his crate last night. Every time he got up to move to a new spot in the room he would sniff around all the corners just to ensure there were no surprises waiting for him before he laid down.

Here’s Sherlock clutching my pillow for dear life after David got rid of the spider in the crate. 

Moral of the story.... SPIDERS MUST DIE!