Itsy bitsy spider
I get floaties on the periphery of my vision sometimes, mostly when I'm wearing my glasses. Tonight, I got a floaty and, as I always do, I looked. It seems my body's way of saying "psyche!". But tonight, no psyche. There crawling on my radiator was a HUGE spider.
Now, I'm no squeamish girl when it comes to bugs, but there is something about the way this spider moved that freaked me out. It went so slowly, creeping. I swear it was watching me. I ran off to get someting to smack it with and when I got back it was gone. Poof. Just gone. Oh, nonono. Spiders do not just go. No WAY could I sit down again until I found it and took care of the problem. Just the thought of those legs crawling on me. *shudder*
I tore my 'living room' (studio apartment) apart. I shook out blankets, I moved pillows. No spider. At this point, I think I had broken out into a cold sweat. Irrational thoughts about it having magically transported over to my bed flashed through my head. And what if I never found it?
Yeah. I found it and it was nearly at my bed, just like I figured. I didn't squish it, though. I trapped it under a cup, slid paper under it and tossed it out the window. Shaking the whole time. Maybe I AM a squeamish girl.
I put a portable screen on my window.
Now, I'm no squeamish girl when it comes to bugs, but there is something about the way this spider moved that freaked me out. It went so slowly, creeping. I swear it was watching me. I ran off to get someting to smack it with and when I got back it was gone. Poof. Just gone. Oh, nonono. Spiders do not just go. No WAY could I sit down again until I found it and took care of the problem. Just the thought of those legs crawling on me. *shudder*
I tore my 'living room' (studio apartment) apart. I shook out blankets, I moved pillows. No spider. At this point, I think I had broken out into a cold sweat. Irrational thoughts about it having magically transported over to my bed flashed through my head. And what if I never found it?
Yeah. I found it and it was nearly at my bed, just like I figured. I didn't squish it, though. I trapped it under a cup, slid paper under it and tossed it out the window. Shaking the whole time. Maybe I AM a squeamish girl.
I put a portable screen on my window.