Unexpected visitor
I was sitting at the table reading on the laptop when my neck tickled. I flippped my hair back, the tickling continued. I reached up to feel for whatever was tickling me and felt a distinct blob which I grabbed. I looked down at my hand and there was a fucking wolf spider sitting there looking back. I screamed like a banshee, jumped up shaking my hand about and screamed again. Poor Jake jumped up looking very worried so I started to comfort him, then still shaking with my heart pounding away I shouted up the stairs 'I'm ok it was just a spider!' Paul came, found a cloth and took the spider outside - he won't pick them up in his bare hands anymore after being nipped by one. I wish I could moderate my reaction, it was completely over the top and left me with a sore throat from screaming so hard. I can cope with spiders in webs, with little ones wandering around, even with the wolf spiders tucked neatly up in a corner. But they don't stay in their corners and crannies, they wander around and far too many seem to end up wandering around on me. I know that I have a mild phobia so I'm not in control, but this is so unlike me that even writing this it feels difficult to believe it's me I'm writing about.