I have never ever been okay with spiders. Not even a little bit. Not the ones in the cages at the pet store, not in pictures, not on TV, not even terribly fond of Charlotte and her Web.
It's been a bad summer for spiders. I was in my friend's bathroom, doing my business and one crawled over my leg to say what's up - I responded with girlish screams and its immanent death. I had one attach itself to my glasses which caused me to hurl them across the room with a force I would have thought twice about if I had realized it was attached to my glasses. And last weekend I was taking a nap and rubbed an itch on my face - only to pull away a mangled corpse of a good sized spider, which has left me squeemish about the feeling of bugs in my sinuses for a couple days.
This doesn't seem to happen to other people. It's like folks who are allergic to cats - they know, and will follow that person around mercilessly.
So folks who see me later today, I'm not usually this crazy looking. I had to blow dry my hair in my living room with no mirror ... because of the spider.
Okay
Maybe a little crazy.
1 comment:
man you should see the spiders we get in our house. Unlike your pussy-ass spiders, ours are poisonous and big and scary. I only got over my fear of spiders after holding multiple tarantulas at the pet store. They're still creepy as fuck though
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