So I’m now wide awake, juiced up on adrenaline.
It’s 1:30am.
I was drifting gently off to sleep when suddenly…
I felt the totally unmistakable feeling of a good-sized spider crawling on the bare flesh of my back. Not that “gee what’s that tickling? maybe a spider?” feeling — this was immediately recognizable as a feeling that could only have come from a plump arachnid. :eek:
But I learned from my prior experience. As soon as the shot of raw adrenaline hit my brain, I immediately leapt out of bed, shaking myself madly as I ran to the wall switch and bathed the room in bright light.
I quickly tossed the sheets and pillows aside and…
There it was!
A half-inch plump little spider, the kind with dark peach fuzz on its legs, making its legs seem stubby.
It looks at me and I look at it; our respective bodies tense up in preparation for “fight or flight”
No time to find a shoe — I swing my fist down on the bed with intent, smashing him and leaving a coffee-colored stain on the sheet.
Moments later he is wadded up in a tissue paper and tossed in the trash.
Dammit!
I inspected everything to see if there was another, though I doubt it. But I keep feeling strange tickles every few minutes.