For about a week now, I’ve been living in fear. One night last week I was sitting on the edge of my bed, preparing to take my night-time dose of Glucosamine (have I mentioned I have the knees of an 80-year-old?), when I felt something brush my forearm. Having curly hair, I assumed it was a rogue tumbleweed of curls that had escaped my head, so I didn’t pay much attention. When I felt it again, I looked down to grab it. Instead of a curly hair, there was a massive, black, hairy spider running over my arm and down the side of the bed, where it nestled between the mattress and platform. I flopped down on the bed with all my might, hoping I’d squished it, but all I managed to do was smoke it out from its hiding place. It scuttled under the platform and behind the bed, where I couldn’t get to it. I could have moved the bed to finish what had become (in my mind) an epic clash of wills, but I cautiously went to sleep instead. Now I imagine it’s stalking me each night, waiting for the right moment to attack. If that spider is in cahoots with all the ants and house centipedes that keep popping up, I may be in for a real battle royal!
– Tiffany Blair, LBSPY #34 (June 3-17th)