Arachnophobia.
Fast forward about 15 years.
I was in my new apartment and my husband was at work. I had a friend over.
*Keep in mind, this is just one of many stories like this.*
For some reason this apartment gets infested with these nasty creatures.
I spot them quite easily. I like to think I have a special gift for it. A radar, if you will.
To continue with this particular story though...
We were hanging out when all of the sudden I see one. These are not little ones. They are big. And thick. And FAST. When this happens, I sort of have a crazy reaction. I get shakey and hot. I feel tingles like when your foot falls asleep except in my face, like I might pass out. It's extreme. To make matters worse, the spider was in my room. I was keeping both eyes on it to make sure it wasn't moving while she ran to get the vacuum. She couldn't figure out how to get the hose part to work. I told her to watch the spider while I did the vacuum. She forgot her job. I looked up and it was GONE. To make a long story short...we tore apart the room for 2 hours looking for the dang thing. I would not go to bed in that room without finding it and getting rid of it first! It was getting late though. Like, really late. Michael was working that night and he would be home in a couple hours, that's how late it was.
She left me alone.
Two minutes after she left I saw it again! I quickly called her and
She grudgingly came back.
This spider knew what we were up to. He was probably laughing at us while he was hiding by the curtain rods. Then, he ran for his life across the wall, down the door frame, (all while we were screaming like mad women), down onto the carpet and out the door!
I dustbusted the thing.
No. That was not the end of him. He wouldn't die that easily. I could see him through the dustbuster running around in there. If I turned it off. So I kept it turned on while my friend taped every crevice closed tightly.
We watched. He wasn't going anywhere. But just to be safe, we put the dustbuster in a garbage bag.
And then we shoved it in the freezer for Michael to deal with when he got home.
That was last year. It's spider season again. We are unfortunately still in that apartment. I just saw the first one a couple weeks ago and called the apartment manager to get an exterminator out and spray for us again. Oh, they know me. They definitely know me this time of year. And what did I do when I saw this spider and bravely killed it all on my own? (Well, with the help of spider spray and a fly swatter!) I text that friend again.
Me: It's spider season again! AHHH!!!
Her: Ah, crap.
This post was brought to you by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.
The prompt I chose was #5: Where does that fear come from? Write about something that frightens you that other people might find ridiculous. Write about it in a poem, a story, or whatever.
