Something small creepy crawls …
I can finally write of my horrific experience with…a spider.Normally I’m not so squeamish, but lately spiders seem to freak me out.
A couple of weeks ago something dropped behind the dresser in the bedroom. I was a bit annoyed, but I moved it. However, because I’m such a lazy brat, I didn’t want to move it all the way. Karen had given me some knitting needles before I left and I decided to flick the stuff out with those because the less I have to bend down the better! :p As I was peering over, I noticed a ball of black socks Colin had dropped behind the bureau.
So I moved the dresser a bit more and smacked the socks so it wouldn’t be in such a tight corner…imagine my horror and surprise as the socks sprouted legs and skittered off somewhere. At that point I didn’t look to see where it went. I was just screaming. I had dropped the knitting needles and was just screaming. I’m surprised no one thought to call the police because I was screeching so much.
It took me a couple of hours to calm down and then I went back into the room, moved the dresser back to its place…and I have never seen the spider ever since. I hope I never do.
-Carina-
