So, I was taking a nice relaxing bath today after Craig got home from school, reading my Parenting Magazine and all the sudden I feel a pinch on my arm and it hurts. I JUMP up and a BIG ugly spider falls off my arm into the bathtub! I am FREAKING OUT...screaming and calling for Craig to get in here. So, instead of just scooping it out and smashing it...I make a point of slowly watching the thing suffer and drown, standing at the other side of the tub, butt-naked, hoping that is it not a rare "swimming" kind of spider. The whole time yelling for Craig to get in here. So, FINALLY he comes in (you would think if your wife was screaming you would book it in there or something....maybe it is an all too frequent occurance) scoops the thing out of the tub and flushes him down the toilet, gives me a kiss and walks out like nothing happend!
I know, I know you all are thinkiung I am a HUGE baby. Well, it's true I am, But I have a history with spiders. When I was like 10-years old, I got bite by a Brown recluse or Black Widow on the back of my leg. Well, it's poison ate through my skin all the way to my bone! And, since we lived in Turkey at the time (hospitals there are HORRIBLE) my dad didn't want to take me into the doctor, so he got a knife, a belt for me to bite on, and my mom held me while he cut out the infection. I still have a big white circular scar on the back of my leg to this day to remind me how much I HATE those ugly creepy suckers!
So- that explains a little why my little visitor today made me freak! I must have some weird signal that my body puts off that says, "BITE ME...PLEASE!" I know it's a random thing to blog about, but life is RANDOM right? hehe.






























