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👀 Arachnophobia no more
#222 | Charlotte is a fairy tale
I am not usually scared of much, but I have a hate-hate relationship with spiders. I hate them all. Even the itsy-bitsy-dainty ones give me the heebie-jeebies. I'm not proud to admit it, but I've been known to jump and scream like a Dementor when I see one.
A while ago, driving down the highway, I noticed a spider crawling up the inside of my windshield. Usually, this would be my cue to run out of whichever space I found myself in... screaming. But here I was, driving in the middle of nowhere, just me and this horrible creation of God. So I took a deep breath (shouting myself hoarse on the inside), eased my seat back as far as I could and pulled up at the first hard shoulder.
I opened the door and scrambled out. The spider stayed put, glaring at me with beady little eyes. I swear it was taunting me. I shooed it off with a newspaper, watched it fall to the floor, and scamper deeper into the car as fast as its hairy little legs could carry.
I was quite pleased with myself until it dawned upon me that I needed to go back in, and I didn't know where the enemy was hiding anymore. Opening all the doors and trunk of my car, hoping the spider would politely get off, didn't seem smart. Especially as I was all alone in the middle of nowhere. I called my brother to come get me and only to be given a much-needed earful to haul my ass back into the car and drive straight home. He had no problem leaving me there with Spidey!
Watching these shorts hasn't changed my mind about spiders - I still loathe them, but at least I'm not grabbing for the nearest shoe. Progress, I think.