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.
I agree with you that the response is irrational for a half-inch spider, and I might behave differently if the same spider were on my arm in broad daylight, but it was in the middle of the night and I was in bed!
Oh I was once in bed, half awake, when I saw something fall from the ceiling and land on my thigh. My bare thigh.
It was WARNING–BIG CREEPY BUG ALERTone of these. cries I already had a phobia of these things that somehow kept getting in the house…this didn’t fucking help. I slept in the living room for the next several days.
Oh, and that pic doesn’t begin to show how huge those bastards are.
Oh, and they fly. Or try to. Their girth doesn’t allow them much control.
:mad: Thanks for reminding me of this, minor7flat5.
I have a theory that spiders and insects crawl across us at night a lot more frequently than we’d like to know. Why wouldn’t they, after all? They don’t know we’re creeped out by it, they just want to get across the room somehow.
When I lived on the Olympic Peninsula, I had both hobo spiders and wolf spiders in the house – levitated off of the toilet when I saw one that seemed six inches across (but probably had a legspan of only 2 and half inches…but the body was about an inch, I swear) one the floor between my feet. I may have been bitten by a hobo when i put on a jacket I hadn’t worn in a a year or so. I didn’t feel the bite at the time, but later, my elbow was swollen to twice its size, hot and feverish. It was an area were I had thickened skin, however, so I couldn’t see the bite holes clearly, and probably didn’t get a full discharge of venom.
Spiders. Yeesh.
Oh, yeah, one of the BIG wolf spiders did crawl across the bed inches from my face one night. I was too sleepy to freak out. Anyway, I think they hunt and kill venomous hobos, so more power to them.
Now that I’m back east, the spiders are smaller, but I freak out more.
