I’m scared to go outside. More specifically around the backside of the house, where the bathroom wall is, where there’s a massive web attached to the outside of the window. I can’t fully see it because our bathroom window has adhesive ‘frost’. But I can see the shadow of something flapping in the breeze.
I didn’t think anything of it in the past week. I honestly thought it was just a shadow or something. I haven’t really payed much attention to it, until today, when I saw something huge scuttle across it. Like it was at least the size of a quarter, and now my skin is crawling because Cara don’t do spiders.
People take delight in tagging me in spider posts online, but it isn’t funny. When I was 13, I had a tarantula on my bare foot. Long story short, my aunt and uncle lived in Tucson, and they had a carport, where there was an extra refrigerator, with a broom leaning against it. My aunt needed something from the fridge, and sent me out to get it. So, I moved the broom, and out came a nasty tarantula.
The only thing I remember is screaming, and my uncle laughing at me until he was purple. I have no recollection of how I was suddenly standing on the hood of their old station wagon. I must’ve levitated or teleported. Or maybe I had an out of body experience. Since then, I rarely go barefoot. Even in my own house, where there are no tarantulas … hopefully.