Oh, and speaking of bras, I have another funny story.
When I was a teenager, I was sitting at home studying for a test (minding my own darn bidness), when I felt a tickle on my arm. I looked just in time to see a spider run up into the sleeve of my shirt.
Of course the shirt was off in record time and I did the flailing, slapping dance all over the place. When I finished jumping around I quickly started scanning everywhere around for the spider, to make sure it had been flailed off of my body. No sign of the spider but....
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I felt a funny tickle on my chest. I peered down my cleavage into my bra, and there was the spider cuddled right in the middle looking right back up at me!
I have sort of a hard core, irrational fear of spiders, so raw instinct sort of took over at that point. I hooked both hands under the front of my bra and just tried to tear it off in an outward, upward motion. It was one of those heavy-duty, one-piece sports bras, so the only 'tearing' that happened was all of the muscles in my shoulders and back.
I was barely able to lift my arms for a week, but at least I got rid of the creepy little perv spider!