I want to tell you about a small phobia
I have. I am absolutely terrified of spiders and I hate it! I hate
that I can't deal with any spider related situations. It sucks. I
still have to ask my Dad to remove spiders from my bedroom in England
(I would ask my Mum, but she teases me about it!). So I was a little
bit worried about the size and the teeth on the beasties here, one of
the volunteers from my organisation got bitten on the toe a couple of
weeks ago and had to go to the hospital to get pills to make the
swelling go down! Spiders bite here. And jump. So far I've only
really seen little'uns and a couple of bigger ones but nothing
uncommon for an English spider. I found a lime green one on my shirt
collar a month or so ago which was creepy but sort of cool!
Then last Monday there was a spider on
the wall outside our kitchen, but this was no ordinary spider.
Oh-ho-ho-no. This spider was as big as my hand. And I'm prone to
exaggeration when it comes to spiders, but I swear on my life, this
thing was as big as my hand laid out flat. It was a monster. But it
was sort of OK because we knew where it was and it wasn't moving and
it was outside (my bedroom, bathroom and kitchen are all close
together but you have to go outside because they're all individual
rooms. My bedroom door leads straight outside). Then one of the kids
tried to catch it in a coke bottle (I honestly don't think it would
have fit through the neck) and it ran off into a tree, and I stopped
sitting under trees!
And today I saw a monster...in the
kitchen. We were trying to compare it to something a standard size
that most people could relate to, and yes we're to technology
dependant for our own good. But we decided it was definitely as long
as an Ipod Classic. And it was hairy and horrible.
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