I didn't sleep very well last night. I was anxious about a last-minute project at work. I thought it was finished when I left yesterday but several hours later I realized we had forgotten a piece. I emailed my manager about it at 11 p.m. and offered to come in today (Saturday) to work on it if needed. Then I went to bed and fretted.
At 12:30 I was half-awake when I heard a loud thud downstairs. My imagination went a little wild and I listened for footsteps. I tried to tell myself that no one would bother breaking into my house but I was starting to panic. I imagined ominous shadows creeping towards me and I shined the light of my cell phone into the hallway. Nothing was there. I decided if someone really had broken in that the 2 cats on my bed wouldn't be sleeping as soundly as they were. I relaxed and started drifting off.
At 1:30 my 3rd cat trotted in. He dropped something on the ground and meowed proudly. Immediately one of the other cats jumped off the bed to investigate. The two of them started fishing for something behind the bedroom door. Then they moved to fish for something under the nightstand. Then they moved to fish for something between the nightstand and the bed. I turned on the cell phone display to have a look, just in time to see a battered spider escape under my bed. GYAAAAH!
I hate spiders. I hate them more than mice, more than almost anything except cockroaches. There was no way in hell that I could fall asleep knowing a spider was under my bed. I got up and shined the cell phone under the bedskirt. I couldn't see anything so I went for a bigger flashlight. After at least 40 minutes of searching I finally located the spider. I had to move a nightstand and shove the cats out of the way but I managed to get close enough to kill it. Crunch. Then, not convinced that it wouldn't rise again like some kind of Lazarus zombie spider, I scooted the carcass onto a piece of paper and flushed it.
By now it was 2:30 and I was back to panicking about the project. I fell asleep sometime between 2:30 and 3, only to wake up at 7:15 as my cats warmed up for their morning races. I got up and fed them and tried in vain to go back to sleep. I sort of slept until 11. The cats woke me up every half hour or so and I didn't get much rest. Now I'm staggering around with a blinding headache and I'm tempted to down the leftover vicodin pills from my surgery. Oy.
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Had that happened to me I would have pounded on James' door for him to come kill it. I. Don't. Do. Spiders. Nothing creepier scuttles the face of the earth.
'V's' on both hands for spiders. Blech.
Seriously! I think Shelob is the scariest creature in LOTR. Spiders are horrifying!
I guess it's in our genes to hate spiders.
Nothing scares me more than spiders.
Not even elevators, or revolving doors.
Eeeek! I do love that you shine your cell phone like a flashlight. What was the thud by the way? A bigger spider downstairs? Just kidding, kidding -- typing that gave me the heebie jeebies.
Aaaaaah! Mary! I don't know, I never found out what the noise was. I think it was the cat dive bombing the spider. I can't believe he carried it all the way upstairs and deposited it ALIVE in my room.
I'm doing the heebie jeebie dance.
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