Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Spiders Scare Me More Than Earthquakes Do
Waking up at 4 in the morning is rarely a pleasant experience.
When everything's shaking, it's a little jarring.
Earthquakes don't scare me. Not around here. In fact, if not for the sometimes catastrophic damage that results, I'd think they're pretty cool.
But being roused from sleep to the soft sounds of rattling windows and rumbling walls and listening intently for hints of breaking glass and toppling possessions isn't my idea of a nice way to start the day.
And that's exactly how this morning began.
I woke up a few seconds before the shaking started. My eyes wouldn't open, so I wasn't sure what time it was, and then suddenly, there was a sharp jolt.
My eyes snapped open and I moved away from the window while the shaking just went on and on.
It took awhile to stop, and when it finally did, I sat there and waited for another one, but nothing happened.
The local news reported it was a 4.4 and not too far from my house. It cracks me up that the thing is still a trending topic on Twitter. Growing up in California, I've gotten to the point where anything below a 5.0 isn't usually noteworthy.
I turned off the TV and went right back to sleep.
When the alarm went off a bit later, I rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
I jumped about a foot.
Sitting there, staring at me was a creepy, leggy spider.
There are not sufficient words in the English language to convey how much spiders freak me out.
I grabbed the handle and turned the faucet on full blast but that spider just sat there, waiting.
When the water got close enough, The Thing moved just out of the way. I reached for the closest thing I could find, an empty water bottle, filled it, and tried to wash it down the drain.
IT just curled up, clearly developing a strategy.
I filled the water bottle again.
(Yes. I KNOW squishing it with a paper towel or something would have been faster, but since PHOBIAS are, by definition, IRRATIONAL, you can't really expect me to act RATIONALLY now, can you?)
Finally, the spider floated to the drain.
AND IT STOPPED ITSELF.
I filled the bottle again.
IT STOPPED ITSELF AGAIN.
I have NEVER in all of my life seen a spider fight so hard to not be washed down a drain.
It took TEN MINUTES.
And even after it finally washed down the drain, I kept watching. Waiting. I just knew it was going to climb right back out again.
It didn't.
But it's only a matter of time.
That spider knows where I live.
It's going to find me again.
I'd much rather sit through another earthquake.
Tomorrow's Confession Wednesday topic: Blogging Pet Peeves!
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Danger Will Robinson,
Things I Can't Stand
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