Creepy Crawler
What’s my worst fear you ask ?
well … gee…
Thanks for wondering !
My very worst fear in this whole wide world is a creepy, crawly, hairy spider.
There is absolutely no other critter alive that causes such horrifying terror and even thinking about one gives me the willies.
& ummm, now that I’m thinking about one ?
Helloooooo Willie.
There was a time when spiders absolutely owned my brain.
They hunkered down and lived there for many, many years.
I’m talking “Maaaaaaa !!!! Dadddddddddd !!!!! middle of the night nightmares.
YIKES.
But, not anymore.
Nope.
I’ve become bolder as I’ve aged and the older I get, the more I conquer.
My running away from the little beast days are over.
OVER.
I haven’t reached the point where I can capture a spider in a jar and carry him off to safety though.
no no noooooo.
No.
I am very much still in the squoosh ’em stage.
& as much as it kills me to kill nature, in this case I must.
I MUST.
& since I’m confessing things this morning, I might as well tell the whole story.
It’s gross.
Prepare yourself for some serious ewwwwwwwww.
I once squooshed a pregnant spider.
I did.
But, I didn’t know she was pregnant…! I thought she was a chubby he.
And I panicked …ok ?!?
I panicked.
Want to know what happened after the squoosh ?
Fair warning, it’s pure awful.
Little, baby spiders rushed out and were scurrying about everywhere
& since I was in the midst of anxiety, I killed the orphans too.
I know.
I’m a horrible, horrible person.
& now I’ve just ruined your breakfast.
sorry.
Yep.
It’s true.
Spiders + Me = Heavy Duty EEK.
Aren’t you glad you asked ?
🙂