I have no
private office, for yours truly, here in my house. My computer desk is right
smack dab in the middle of the living room. I share the space with anyone who
wanders in. This is where I sit surfing the web 24/7. In the wee hours of the
morning strange things can happen. Full moon or not. And I'm here to tell you
something did. It was so frightening it scared the hell out of me. I was typing
away at my key board when I happened to look at my elbow, resting on the
desk. I screamed when I saw what I saw. I
jumped at least six feet in the air, too. What I saw was creepy, crawly. It was very
menacing, looking up at me with all eight eyes, two of them bulging. You
guessed it. A spider. But not just any old itsy bitsy spider. NO sir. Sitting right
there on my shirt sleeve was an enormous, (at least 3 or 4 inches across) WOLF
SPIDER. When I tried to shake it off, it clung to the fabric, refusing to
budge. The decibel level of my screams increased, though there was nobody home
to rush to my rescue. (WHERE IS SPIDERMAN WHEN YOU NEED HIM?) So, suffice it to say, my FEAR drove me to do the only thing I could think of
at the time. UNDRESS. I literally ripped that shirt off my body in two seconds,
flat, throwing it to the floor. Would you believe, that darn spider was still
attached to it, cradling the sleeve? I didn't want to squash it and get spider
guts all over the place... because I didn't know
if that would wash out of my clothing? (I can't believe I was thinking rationally at this point?) But, foremost in my mind... was the fact... I didn't want that ominous
creature to scurry away to parts unknown, so I could encounter it again, in say... my
bare feet. So I tried to make a beeline to the front door, holding the shirt it was on, at
an arm's length. Unfortunately, the
spider, in question, made a daring escape before I could get it outside. I should
have probably used a tupperware container to capture it in. But I didn't. So now... my dear blog
buddies... that scary, ugly WOLF spider is in hiding. It's lurking somewhere in
my house, just waiting to pounce and
surprise me again. I envision it biting me in the neck, crawling up my leg,
nesting in my ponytail. My nerves are
shot worrying about where and when it might appear again. Have you ever been
frightened half out of your wits by something like this? What's your story?
