If you thought my birthday card should arrive today, please resend. Bad things happened.
Honest to Zeus, I don’t how I lived through the experience to tell you about it now.
I have a wee phobia about spiders. Any spider, any size, poisonous or not. The hairier it is, the more terrifying I find it. Although I do find Daddy Longlegs ridiculously frightening. Yes I know that they’re not poisonous. I do understand that spiders keep the insect population under control.
I live in the American Southwest – the home of many a poisonous snake and lizard and insect. Think rattlesnakes, gila monsters, and scorpions. None of these really concern me. I don’t plan to seek them out, mind you. I’m not an idiot. But none of the above give me the screaming willies.
So I’m sure you can imagine my reaction when I reached my hand into the mailbox and belatedly saw a spider in there.
This has long been a nightmare of mine, lasting much longer than the monster under the bed who grabs your leg or hand if you are ever so stupid as to let one dangle over the side.
Of course, I had to set fire to the mailbox. Honestly, there was nothing else to be done.