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dragonlady7This morning, I was preparing for work. Not really enjoying the thought, but y'know, whatever. Wandering around, getting dressed, accumulating the necessary possessions, organizing. Came out on the sunporch to put my shoes on. A bit of hair came down from the knot at the back of my head and tickled the back of my neck. I shook my head. The tickle fell down to my arm. It was not hair. It was a spider.
It was one of the giant spiders from the sunporch.
The big half-dollar motherfuckers.
I screamed gibberish and shook myself violently. The spider fell, suspended from a web, and stuck to my pants leg, fangs waving furiously. I screamed some more, and shook it off. The spider fell onto the rug and scuttled away and crouched beside the shoulder bag sitting on the floor, where it remained motionless as if pretending it didn't exist. I freaked out all over like an epileptic, shrieking and shaking, and finally chilled out enough to go into the bathroom and throw up in the sink.
Fucking awesome.
I actually damaged myself, clawing at my shoulder where the spider was-- I thought it had bitten me, but finally realized that a ragged fingernail I'd just bitten had caught on my skin instead, and had left a big old mark.
I didn't think I was that much of a sissy girl, but the thing freaked the everloving shit out of me.
I went and got my camera and took a picture of the spider, which was still huddled on the floor where it thought I couldn't see it. I'll post the picture someday. Not just now.
It's not there now. I don't know where it is. Somewhere on the sunporch. Maybe on the couch with me. For some reason that doesn't freak me out that much. As long as it's not touching me, I'm cool.
I remained a little nauseous all day, but that might also have been time-of-month related. I won't get into work, save to say I did make a bunch of money and that was good, but that's about all that was good, urgh.
In entirely other news there's a billboard on the 33 talking about the lotto jackpot and I spent the ride home daydreaming what I'd do with $130 million. Funny enough it was all debt payment-- my student loans, Z's student loans, my sisters' student loans, the car, my parents' mortgages, my sister's mortgage, etc.-- that's the first thing that came into my head when I thought about suddenly having improbable quantities of money.
Tonight I want to go Out On The Town, but I am exceedingly tired and sleepy and my legs hurt, so I don't know. I really want to, though.
By the way gas is $3.50 a gallon now, in Buffalo. "We gotta drive less," Z said.
"We do drive less," I pointed out.
"Oh yeah," he said.
It was one of the giant spiders from the sunporch.
The big half-dollar motherfuckers.
I screamed gibberish and shook myself violently. The spider fell, suspended from a web, and stuck to my pants leg, fangs waving furiously. I screamed some more, and shook it off. The spider fell onto the rug and scuttled away and crouched beside the shoulder bag sitting on the floor, where it remained motionless as if pretending it didn't exist. I freaked out all over like an epileptic, shrieking and shaking, and finally chilled out enough to go into the bathroom and throw up in the sink.
Fucking awesome.
I actually damaged myself, clawing at my shoulder where the spider was-- I thought it had bitten me, but finally realized that a ragged fingernail I'd just bitten had caught on my skin instead, and had left a big old mark.
I didn't think I was that much of a sissy girl, but the thing freaked the everloving shit out of me.
I went and got my camera and took a picture of the spider, which was still huddled on the floor where it thought I couldn't see it. I'll post the picture someday. Not just now.
It's not there now. I don't know where it is. Somewhere on the sunporch. Maybe on the couch with me. For some reason that doesn't freak me out that much. As long as it's not touching me, I'm cool.
I remained a little nauseous all day, but that might also have been time-of-month related. I won't get into work, save to say I did make a bunch of money and that was good, but that's about all that was good, urgh.
In entirely other news there's a billboard on the 33 talking about the lotto jackpot and I spent the ride home daydreaming what I'd do with $130 million. Funny enough it was all debt payment-- my student loans, Z's student loans, my sisters' student loans, the car, my parents' mortgages, my sister's mortgage, etc.-- that's the first thing that came into my head when I thought about suddenly having improbable quantities of money.
Tonight I want to go Out On The Town, but I am exceedingly tired and sleepy and my legs hurt, so I don't know. I really want to, though.
By the way gas is $3.50 a gallon now, in Buffalo. "We gotta drive less," Z said.
"We do drive less," I pointed out.
"Oh yeah," he said.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:35 am (UTC)ok, for someone like me - not only arachnophobic but allergic to insect venom with the "30 seconds, coma, death unless there's an epipen" variety?
This is the stuff of nightmare. I just broke out in a true fear sweat.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:43 am (UTC)At least I didn't post a picture. I didn't mean to scare anybody. I'm just sort of trying to work through being so totally ashamed of freaking out like a total fruitbasket.
I'm not allergic to venom, it just makes me really really itchy.
And I'm not arachnophobic, I just get really freaked out when spiders crawl on me.
But I still shrieked like somebody was trying to kill me. (Hm. I'm not sure I'm entirely pleased that none of the neighbors noticed.)
Again, I didn't mean to freak you out. Sorry! I hope I didn't give you nightmares.
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Date: 2005-09-03 01:47 am (UTC)We discovered the spider venom allergy when I was nine - I got bit by a black widow.
No fun. No fun at all. If I find a spider in the house, I'll do my best to scoop it up and put it safely outside, but if it's too close to me, or has any chance of being venemous, it's history. Kindness to other living things is a goal of mine, but with an allergy, you're talkin' Darwinism.
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Date: 2005-09-03 04:49 am (UTC)There's one consolation. He was in the desert in Arizona at the time. I don't think the spider above my sink is a brown recluse. Because it's black. It does seem rather reclusive, though.
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Date: 2005-09-03 04:42 am (UTC)Oh gah! Gaahh! That is so creepy! I'm having sympathy freak-outs.