In high school my hair was really long. One night in particular, I was more aggravated than most because my hair kept sweeping across my back and chest every time I turned over. It tickled my skin and woke me up. I hate being woken up.
Then in a daze, I realized that I had cut my hair months prior and there was no way my hair could reach my ears, never mind my shoulders. EEK!! I looked down to see a massive wolf spider crawl over my chest. FACK! Instinctively, I grabbed it with my hand and flung it across the room. Then I danced around swearing with my arms flapping around. Quite the production, I'm sure. Trauma.
Wide awake, I put on a hundred layers of clothing, my touque, and tucked my joggers into my socks. Did I mention my sweet turtleneck? I didn't know where the spider was and I wasn't going to risk it touching my skin again. Nasty. However, after hunting around for a while, I found it squished and bent like a pretzel on the other side of my room. I guess in my freight I mushed him. Shudder. Double shudder.
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