posted by Evi on Jan 11
This is a continuation of my encounters of the creepy kind – namely spiders. Eek! I’ve had two more life-scarring confrontations that I will never forget and if the spiders were alive to tell, they probably wouldn’t forget either.
Don’t get me wrong – I really don’t advocate killing spiders because they are living creatures and do have their place in nature, but I still haven’t gotten to the point (and probably never will) of capturing them with a tissue and gently placing them outside.
One morning I was walking around the house searching for my slippers. I found them in the dining room and slipped my bare feet in them. The top inside of the slipper felt a little scratchy but I didn’t really give it much thought. You know how the fuzzy part of a slipper picks up little pieces of debris. Then I figured I may as well clean it off so it doesn’t keep scratching my foot. I pulled off the slipper and picked it up to see what was there and . . .out plopped a huge black, hairy spider! My heart stopped. Dizziness overtook me and I thought I would pass out. Holy crap! I was alone in the house with no one but the cat to rescue me.
After my heart started back up I grabbed the slipper and – whack! Shaking, I picked it up with a tissue and disposed of it. I think it was another wolf spider. From then on, I always check my slippers and shoes before putting my feet in. Let that be a lesson to all of you!
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