Friday, May 24, 2013

Down came a spider ...

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

On way too many nights, I seem to lie awake for hours on end. Sometimes I stare at the ceiling ... and often I open a book.  Many times it's the SAME book:  The Egg and I.  It's one of my "comfort reads" and has been since I was a tween. (One of our elderly neighbors loaned me the book on a hot summer day when I was BORED to tears. I liked the book so much, she gave it to me.)

So there I was the other night, reading yet another chapter in the book when -- EKKKK!  A spider dropped down from the ceiling and DROPPED ON MY HAND!!!!!

Well, I admit it.  I'm a chicken. I did what any self-respecting woman would do:  I SCREAMED!  That awakened Mr. L and all three of our cats, who were slumbering in heavenly peace. Three cats bolted upright and Mr. L started almost upright.  "What's going on?  What's going on?"

Well, when I screamed, the spider went flying onto the floor.  I leapt out of bed and grabbed a tissue from the box, trying to squash the little bugger, who was one of those black spiders that like to run REALLY, REALLY Fast, and this little (well, actually--the size of a Buick)guy ran around and around in circles. I screamed a few more times and finally squashed the thing.


I looked around and then got into bed.  We all settled down once again and I turned the page in my book.

Less than five minutes later -- IT HAPPENED AGAIN!  Another spider DROPPED ON ME!

Scream.  Leap out of bed.  Scream. Grab tissue ... yada yada yada.

My tiny son (also known as my cat Fred), jumped down from the bed and this time fled...for the rest of the night.

After I dispatched this arachnoid to to spider heaven, I got into bed and remembered a part of the book where Ms. MacDonald recounted her nightly trips to the outhouse.  She could either bring a lantern with her (she was recounting her days during the late 1920s on a Chicken Ranch) and attract all kinds of insects, bats, etc., or sit in the dark and wonder what in the world was crawling over her.

I turned off the light and it took a LONG time before I fell back asleep ... but at least if anything dropped from the ceiling, I didn't know about it.

How do you react to surprise visits from icky bugs?