my husbands pants are on fire...
So I have a slight aversion to spiders. And anyone who knows me knows that I'm am totally lying by using the phrase "slight aversion". I'm 100%, ridiculously terrified of them. I do have a legitimate psychological reason though, which I will share with you before I tell my husband story. It won't take long and it's necessary for you to understand how NOT COOL my husband was.
My family has 2 cottages up on a lake in NH. They are my happy place. There is no where I feel more comfortable than up there. Except for one incident when I was four. It was not so much a happy place that day. **side note (I always had dreams about this when I was kid and thought I had made this story up as an excuse for my spider fear until my mom confirmed it when I was 15. It's probably my earliest memory. So sad)** So we were opening up the cottages for the summer. They are not winterized so every year we close them in October and reopen them on Memorial day. We had spent the entire day cleaning and were all exhausted. I ran upstairs to get the bed I wanted, the top bunk, on the right hand side of the room. I got my PJ's on, climbed up into the top bunk and reached up to turn the light above the bed on. About 2 minutes after that my mom heard a blood curdling scream. There had been a spiders nest in the light that I disturbed when I reached up to turn the light on and there were thousands of baby spiders dropping down all over me. My mom says I was covered from head to waist in spiders and that she had to run me down to the lake and dunk me a couple times to get them all off.
I am totally allowed to be afraid of spiders.
Not surprisingly if they are on the ceiling or somewhere where they can fall on me or jump on me, I go into full panic mode. So there I was on Tuesday, teaching my last class of the day in our guest bedroom. I'm talking to a group of people over the internet and I look up and see a spider on the ceiling, coming right for me! I managed to unplug the computer, and slowly back out of the room without freaking out and letting the class know. I moved to our bedroom and finished the class. I also texted my husband that he needed to kill the spider in the guest room ASAP when he got home.
Later that night, A said that while he was remaking the bed in the guest room he saw the spider and killed it. I was suspicious that he was just trying to appease me, but I said thank you and forgot all about it. Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon. I'm back in the room preparing for my next class which was in about 20 minutes. I looked up in the corner of the room near the ceiling and guess who was there, planning his next attack on me. That same spider!! A was downstairs so I snuck out of the room (because the spider was watching me, so I had to sneak out!) and said "Hey A?" A said "Yeah" I said "You know that spider you killed yesterday, he came back to life!" I could hear him swear and start laughing. He said "I'll be right up" As he came up the stairs I called him a liar and he laughed again, I said, it's NOT funny, he continued to chuckle. He went in, killed the spider (this time I made sure!) and flushed it. I said again, "seriously honey, it's not funny! You know how scared I am of spiders" He just laughed and said it must have been God's easter spider.
Sometimes, I just want to smack him...
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