Arachnophobia
One of my little known secrets is that I'm deathly afraid of spiders. As irrational as it sounds, I have this deep seeded fear that they all want to kill me as they look at me from the web they are spinning. It's quite horrifying to deal with, so last night's experience was the pinnacle of my fear.
Around 11:30, I had finished reading my latest Ann Rule novel and turned the light off to go to bed, when I heard the cats freaking out in the next room. I was wondering if they had a mouse or something so I turned the light back on and started to go to the living room when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There it was...right above my bed....a fucking tarantula!
I'm not even kidding. This motherfucker was huge. And in my bedroom. I was so paralyzed with fear that all I could do for 20 minutes was sit there and watch it walk around the wall. When it finally got to a place near the floor I thought maybe I should brainstorm ways to get it out of the house. But I couldn't think. It was horrible. Finally after trying to attempt to get it to go away (including throwing my cats at it and trying to put a skillet over it), I just gave up and shut the door and slept on the hide a bed, trying not to think that a spider the size of my fucking hand was in the next room.
When I woke this morning, it was gone....but will it come back? Is it burroing in my laundry on the floor of my house? All I can do is pray it found its hole back outside and will move on with its life.......so I can move on with mine!
Around 11:30, I had finished reading my latest Ann Rule novel and turned the light off to go to bed, when I heard the cats freaking out in the next room. I was wondering if they had a mouse or something so I turned the light back on and started to go to the living room when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There it was...right above my bed....a fucking tarantula!
I'm not even kidding. This motherfucker was huge. And in my bedroom. I was so paralyzed with fear that all I could do for 20 minutes was sit there and watch it walk around the wall. When it finally got to a place near the floor I thought maybe I should brainstorm ways to get it out of the house. But I couldn't think. It was horrible. Finally after trying to attempt to get it to go away (including throwing my cats at it and trying to put a skillet over it), I just gave up and shut the door and slept on the hide a bed, trying not to think that a spider the size of my fucking hand was in the next room.
When I woke this morning, it was gone....but will it come back? Is it burroing in my laundry on the floor of my house? All I can do is pray it found its hole back outside and will move on with its life.......so I can move on with mine!