Both my hands are waving frantically in the air. I HATE spiders.
Tonight I was enjoying a bath and reading the best book ever, The Wednesday Sisters by Meg Clayton, when, after about 30 minutes of enjoying the warm water, I look up from my book and see……..a……SPIIIIIDERRR in the water. I jumped up out of that bath so quickly I’m lucky I didn’t drop my book. Apparently the thing was dead, it probably drowned, but how long had it been in there?? It certainly wasn’t there when I got in. Cuh-reeepy!
This reminded me of when my brother had woken up one morning and there was a daddy long legs sitting on his chest. *shudder* Apparently he’s been afraid of spiders ever since. I’m lucky that hasn’t happened to me ’cause I think I’d have a heart attack.
Has this ever happened to you? You’re blithely doing your thing (taking a bath, getting in bed, etc) and there’s a spider RIGHT THERE. Tell me about it.