I was laying on the couch with this adorable boy sleeping on my chest
While I was wrapped up in reading Jane Eyre, (highly recommend it!) My father walked into the room and was talking to my mom on the other couch and then says to me: "Oh look, there's a spider hanging down." He's pointing in my direction. Now, I normally ignore people while I'm reading but he caught my attention at the word spider. I don't do spiders, they freak me out and leave me jumpy and shaking.
I carefully followed his finger and found that there was indeed a spider hanging down. It was hanging about 6 inches in front of my face! I'm not proud of what happened next. But it was involuntary. I started screaming, something to the effect of, "Get it! Get it! Why are you just sitting there? Get it! Get it! Get it!" I also started moving the only direction I could; into the couch, the blasted spider had cut off my retreat. I continued to scream nearly in tears. By this point little Ev was wide awake and screaming as well.
It seemed like an eternity before Dad stood up and clapped the little demon between his hands, while he laughed at me. Poor Ev took a lot of persuading to calm his screams. But can you blame him? He was almost eaten by a spider!
