So, last night I was minding my own business, sitting in my bed watching a stupid show and my arm began to tickle a little bit... I looked down, there was nothing. I thought I was just being paranoid. Then a minute later my other arm felt ticklish... I looked down and saw my worst nightmare come true! A spider!!!!!! On my arm!!!! I pushed the spider off of my arm and ran out of my room, in my underwear, shrieking and doing the spider dance. Shaking my limbs and hair out, convinced the spider might still be on me. My sister laughed at me, so I ran upstairs where I proceeded to cry like a baby and received more laughter from my mother. She tried to talk me off the ledge, but I am convinced the spider was crawling up my arm to try to reach my jugular.
Now that I have thwarted it's assassination attempt, it will be forced to round up more friends and find revenge through another assassination plot. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not worried. I'm worried. Very worried. I try to remember that "we have nothing to fear but fear itself..." and spiders.
1 comment:
Lisa Marcell,
The anticipation I have had waiting for your Blog is nothing incomparision to the actual delight of this, your first blog!
I was on location of the "spider meltdown" and truly you have done justice by written word to the situation. Go woman, Go! No one can put it into words like you!
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