I was sitting on my bed, going down a YouTube rabbit hole.
I ended up meditating to Nature Sounds: Rain on a Tent and then wanted to know how to balance my sacral chakra, then found some hippy guy talking about spiritual things he learned in prison.
Then I felt a tickle on my arm.
I’ve been feeling tickles on my arm all day, so I thought, Even though it’s been nothing all day, I feel I should check this out.
So, I glance down, see a fairly mid sized spider on my arm. With hero-like reflex I throw him (or her) clear one way and I go the other in a smooth lightening quick movement. Now, while a successful escape method, I lost the spider.
Seriously though, it’s usually just cat hair. But now, even if my own hair touches my ear it’s like a spider caressing my face. EVERYTHING TINGLES.
How do you poison spiders without poisoning yourself?
Do they like spearmint?
I want to be unappealing, not a meal.
I’m not here to villainize an entire species. However, as a biped, eight legs is a bit off-putting. I wonder if spiders wonder why we are so tense all the time. It’s you, spider. Your very presence.
You’re quiet, you’ve got way more eyes, some of you have poison and fangs, you move really fast, and you just kind of appear out of nowhere … with no personal space, apparently.
Because of all that, I will be nervously creating scenarios in the dark tonight, about your many legs frolicking about my paranoid slumbering human body.
There is one thing more dangerous than a small crawly life form, and that is one with the ability to imagine the worst possible scenario.
… a small crawly life form with a vendetta.
—lux nova
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