Brown Recluse and Hobo Spiders.
I can't sleep. I'm letting my imagination get carried away yet again. I'm not sure if I mentioned this when it occurred, but a few months ago my mother got a nasty insect bite that turned pitch black, was extremely painful, made it difficult to move her fingers, and didn't heal for months. The doctors had no clue as to what bit her. Months past. The wound healed. All was forgotten. At least for the time being... a few months past and then the black wound returned. It continued to do so on and off for months. I began to do research and even though Eric found me crazy, I swore up and down that my mother was bitten by a Brown Recluse spider. The other day the scar returned. My mother went to the doctor and the doctor said that she too thought the bite might be from a brown recluse or a hobo spider, both of which are found in my area. When my mother came home we did some research into these spiders (mainly the hobo spider because we knew very little of it). Some of the bite pictures looked exactly like my mothers... The others, the majority, looked much much worse... People had to get limbs cut off because of these bites. The skin rotted away due to the venom. I have a very strong stomach and can take a lot of things, but these photos were just too much. For an example of what bothered me so much please refer to examples a and b. I must warn you; these are not for the weak of heart. This is what my mothers bite looked like. All I keep thinking about is how this spider was mostly found in my room... under my bed. I never had a problem with spiders being in my room. I really like spiders. I am actually a sick freak and think they are beautiful and interesting beings... But here I am, half a sleep, with visions of brown recluse and hobo spiders dancing in my little head, when all of a sudden a feel something on my face. I don't think I have ever moved so fast in my entire life. I moved faster than my battle with the evil earwigs. It turned out to just be my hair, but that is besides the point. I can't fucking live like this. I woke up my father right away and informed him that my room will be sprayed for spiders tomorrow. He told me to, "Shut the fuck up" (It is wise to note that I informed him of this at 4:30 a.m.)::shudders:: I shall keep you posted.
