Damn spider

Today I talked to a spider the size of my hand. Not because I was bored, in fact I had places to be. But I thought that if I politely asked him to leave my house that he would take that path. When he didn't I cursed at him because I didn't have enough courage to kill him. 

But me talking to a spider the size of my hand inside my house eventually ended up with me talking myself into having the courage to kill him. (Referencing earlier posts, spiders and I are not living in harmony anymore.) I grabbed the broom, reached towards the ceiling and he came tumbling down. I smashed his guts on the floor then yelled or maybe I was yelling the whole time. But while I was taking a picture, I yelled again when I found out he wasn't dead yet, smashed more of his guts on the ground and then felt like passing out or throwing up.

Picture of said spider post first smashing. I know what you're all thinking how can he still be alive??

It's times like these that make me think I'm not cut out for living in Africa. 

But the worst part about all of that ^ is the one woman who I have been trying to gain respect from sees me doing a little creepy crawly jig after hearing me yell and asks what's happening? 

I say "bibikely anaty tranoko", which translates to "small animal inside my house". I forget the word for spider all of the time, so "small animal" will suffice, especially in this situation... 

She comes into my house. I show her where the damn dead spider is and she picks it up with her bare hand and throws it outside. She says "insert Gasy word for spider here/or maybe an insult directed towards me", and leaves my house in disgust. 

Good I'm living here for two years, because that's how long it's going to take me to be able to kill a spider with complete composure and how long it will take for me to gain this woman's respect.