Along came a spider...
So, this morning I take my coffee and a good book to our comfortable overstuffed leather reading chair next to the living room window. A nice way to welcome the day, huh?
Except, sitting there in my robe, I hear an angry buzz at my ear. Now, the last time I heard and angry buzz at my ear, yesterday, I ended up with one hell of a mosquito bite on my neck. Mosquitos LOVE me, and mosquito bites itch and sting me for 48 to 72 hours past the bite. So, I don't love them back.
Anyway, itchy stingy neck and all, this buzz startled and alarmed me and I sprang forward in my chair. Leaving my robe gaping at my chest. Waving my arm looking around - I feel a plop on my chest, a small plop, but a plop nevertheless. I look down at my oh so pale skin and see a spider.
Now, I have a funny relationship to spiders. In their favor: 1) they eat buzzing biting insects, 2) they build beautiful and amazing spider webs, and 3) they themselves are beautiful and fascinating to look at. Not in their favor: I have a scar on my stomach that to this day is evidence of the brown recluse that bit me as a child. The dimpled, crater like scar on my stomach was caused by the brown recluse venom causing necrosis. Brown recluse bites can cause death, especially to the very old and children. Kinda leaves one a bit squeamish on the subject of spiders. (by the way, this brown recluse spider bite occurred in Chicago. Although brown recluses are typically associated with Texas and New Mexico, every 5 years there are 2 or 3 confirmed brown recluse sitings/bites in the Chicago area. I guess I was just lucky.)
So, back to my discovery of a black crawly spider on my chest bone between my breasts - well, goodtexan, you'd be somewhat proud. I jumped up, discarded the robe (in full view of the living room window), swiped and swated Mr. Spider to parts unknown and ran to the bathroom to make sure no other creepy crawlies were on my body. I DIDN'T scream or squeal.
Then, I did the smartest thing, I got Kelvin and put him in the living room on the chair. The occasional hunting chitters and squeeks from Kelvin in the living room tell me he is on the case. I'm not sure if the hunted is the spider or the buzzing insect, but he's hunting SOMETHING in there. And I'm pretty sure he'll be the victorious one.
Now if I could just get rid of the feelings of phantom creepy crawlies all over my skin and phantom insect landings on my skin - I might get something done today.
Today it's spiders - UGH/shiver.
Except, sitting there in my robe, I hear an angry buzz at my ear. Now, the last time I heard and angry buzz at my ear, yesterday, I ended up with one hell of a mosquito bite on my neck. Mosquitos LOVE me, and mosquito bites itch and sting me for 48 to 72 hours past the bite. So, I don't love them back.
Anyway, itchy stingy neck and all, this buzz startled and alarmed me and I sprang forward in my chair. Leaving my robe gaping at my chest. Waving my arm looking around - I feel a plop on my chest, a small plop, but a plop nevertheless. I look down at my oh so pale skin and see a spider.
Now, I have a funny relationship to spiders. In their favor: 1) they eat buzzing biting insects, 2) they build beautiful and amazing spider webs, and 3) they themselves are beautiful and fascinating to look at. Not in their favor: I have a scar on my stomach that to this day is evidence of the brown recluse that bit me as a child. The dimpled, crater like scar on my stomach was caused by the brown recluse venom causing necrosis. Brown recluse bites can cause death, especially to the very old and children. Kinda leaves one a bit squeamish on the subject of spiders. (by the way, this brown recluse spider bite occurred in Chicago. Although brown recluses are typically associated with Texas and New Mexico, every 5 years there are 2 or 3 confirmed brown recluse sitings/bites in the Chicago area. I guess I was just lucky.)
So, back to my discovery of a black crawly spider on my chest bone between my breasts - well, goodtexan, you'd be somewhat proud. I jumped up, discarded the robe (in full view of the living room window), swiped and swated Mr. Spider to parts unknown and ran to the bathroom to make sure no other creepy crawlies were on my body. I DIDN'T scream or squeal.
Then, I did the smartest thing, I got Kelvin and put him in the living room on the chair. The occasional hunting chitters and squeeks from Kelvin in the living room tell me he is on the case. I'm not sure if the hunted is the spider or the buzzing insect, but he's hunting SOMETHING in there. And I'm pretty sure he'll be the victorious one.
Now if I could just get rid of the feelings of phantom creepy crawlies all over my skin and phantom insect landings on my skin - I might get something done today.
Today it's spiders - UGH/shiver.