Wednesday, January 16, 2013
I have a completely overwhelming fear of spiders.
I like most other bugs and crawly things...grasshoppers, praying mantis, lady bugs, worms, beetles. I can pick them up and let them crawl or move in my hands.
Not Spiders. If I see a spider in the shower I can barely finish my shower and only after the offending creature has been squished and flushed down the toilet. And then, for a week or so after the shower gets a full inspection before I can even get in.
I have, so lovingly, passed this fear onto my children. I'm a really good Mom!
Today I was doing some vacuuming and when I had just finished up and turned off the vacuum I saw something out of the corner of my eye and so looked over to my shoulder to find a giant daddy long leg. Of all the spiders this is the one I'm least afraid of. That being said, he had absolutely NO business being on my shoulder. I screamed (it was the kind of scream usually reserved for scary movies or roller coasters) and somehow mustered the courage to brush it onto the floor (as opposed to running around screaming for someone to "Get it Off!") Melyssa came running from the other room and spotted it on the floor so then she started screaming.
When we had finally calmed down I got a jar and corralled the spider inside so I could take a picture. It's been at least 10 minutes since the incidence and my heart is still beating a little too fast. Some people picture earth quakes and floods and tornadoes as the bad things that will happen when the world ends, I picture being overtaken by spiders.