On my way home from the laundry room I met a neighbour using the room next to mine. "Are you afraid of spiders?" She asked. "Noo." I said, thinking somethin galong the line of "Oh my little lady, are you scared?" "Can you please kill the one in my laundry room for me?" "Sure thing." Anyone seen "Lord of the rings" recently? The scene where Merry and Pippin set fire to a big ass fire works of the dragon, just when the tent flies off, Pippin screams like a little girl. You can picture that right? That how I felt like screaming when I saw this huge fucking monster on the floor! I wanted to leave the room and tell the lady to hire a fucking hunter with a shot gun... Never in my entire life have I seen a spider in the wild of that size! Not even the water spiders in Ohio came close to this fucker! Well, I couldn't back down now. And there's no chance in hell I was stepping on that sucker! So, I grabbed the mop and started swinging, it took a good five strokes to kill the bastard. Imagine a huge man with a huge fist. Take that size, add eight legs to it. From "toe to toe" my guess is that the damn spider was at least 10 centimeters, the body at least 3 to 4 centimeters. It's no way that was a Swedish spider, it either escaped from someone keeping spiders or came along in a banana box or something. I'm guessing I'll have nightmares from this.