It’s really too late at night for me to be posting. After all, I do have a life…and a job that requires that I wake up in the wee hours of the morning. Okay, so really the wee hours of the morning translates to 7:00 AM, but still. It’s earlier than I WANT to be awake. Let’s just leave it at that.
So what happened? Well, it’s 1 degree here in Colorado Springs this evening. One single degree. You know what that means? To be fair, it means lots of things. But for me, this means that all the creatures that belong OUTDOORS seek refuge inside. My least favorite uninvited guest is the spider.
As some of you know, one of my greatest fears is to be bitten by a black widow or brown recluse spider. Since I’ve really only seen black widows (and killed a few of them, too), I choose to believe that any brown spider could be a brown recluse. While I know the odds are that it ISN’T, I’d rather be safe than sorry, if ya know what I mean.
Which brings me to tonight. Tonight I went into my room preparing to crawl into my bed (complete with flannel sheets and a down comforter appropriate to to the outdoor climate) and fall fast asleep. As I reached to turn my covers down, I looked up and found that I was on eye level with a monstrous beastslashspider. You guessed it, it was brown. And I personally think it had tarantula-like features. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.
Here’s the thing. I know that a spider is a living creature that God created. Usually, I’m content to know that they’re out there somewhere. However, when they cross the boundaries into my room, that’s where I have to put my foot down. Literally. While I can sympathize with their desire to be out of the cold, I feel that it’s my right to have THEM understand that if they come near my pillow, I will annihilate them.
This plan normally works. I’m pretty quick with the choice weapon (aka my shoe) to dispose of the little 8 legged evilness. Unfortunately, lately I’ve not really had good success. Two spiders have gotten away despite my attempts to smash them to smithereens. Determined not to let that happen again, I reached for my shoe. I could NOT have taken my eyes off that spider for more than 2 seconds, but apparently sensing my aura, it flatly disappeared into thin air, leaving me feeling like a prisoner in my own home.
Despite scouring the walls, floor and my bed, I can’t find it. And the only thing worse than a spider, is a spider gone missing. So here I am, sleeping on the couch feeling as if there are spiders crawling all over me. Is my reaction a bit ridiculous? Probably. But as I said, better safe than sorry. And I have a shoe standing by.