This morning I stepped into the shower, pulled the shower curtain closed – and yelled. There was a spider on my shower curtain!
A HUGE SPIDER. (And, as I learned, a fast spider.)
I am weirdly proud to say that I didn’t scream. I just yelled. A little. Then I pushed back the offending curtain, put some clothes back on, and hollered for Annalyn to bring me a shoe.
I admit I stood there, shuddering and saying brilliant things like, “Eeuchhhh!” for a bit. But eventually, I used Mark’s car magazine to knock the Hideous, Gigantic Spider onto the floor – where I proceeded to chase it around with my shoe. Stupid thing was crazy fast for a big monster!
So yeah, I don’t really like spiders.
You might say I’m scared of them, but I don’t know about that. Do they creep me out and give me the shudders? Sure. Did I jump and shout when I saw one invading my shower? Fine, yes. Did I consider – just for a second – waking up Mark to kill the big bug in the bathroom? Maybe.
Fine. I’m scared of spiders. But look, I got bit by one as a kid and had a horrible allergic reaction. As in swollen, feverish, red stripes up and down my arm, cut our vacation short, go directly to the doctor’s office for a shot of something without passing go allergic reaction. Staying away from spiders just seems smart!
I understand that not everyone is quite so anti-arachnid. Wilbur the pig, for one, and . . . umm . . . does anyone really like spiders?
Charlotte’s Web was actually one of my favorite books as a child. I probably read it a dozen times over the years. Although, now that I think about it, the part I loved most wasn’t Charlotte saving Wilbur with her intricate web weaving. It was the part where Fern got stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel with the boy she liked.
[Apparently I was boy crazy and romance ridiculous even then. Even. Then.]
Are YOU afraid of spiders? If not, what makes you jump or scream or shudder (or check behind the shower curtain every single day from now on)?