- Jan 25, 2008
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I had finally settled down and decided it was time for bed. Double checked all the locks, turned off the lights, checked on the dogs, and crawled into bed. I thought I was going to get a good night of sleep...
I'm about half awake, haven't been in bed but a few minutes when I felt something brush against my shoulder. I didn't think anything of it, because I sleep with a fan running and I have long hair. Again I felt something brush against my shoulder, and my train of thought was drawn to the sensation. I realize the the flowing of my hair was going against the current of the fan. It was NOT my hair.
I immediately open my eyes, but to find one of my least liked critters on the planet scampering across my shoulder and heading for the cover of my comforter. I fling it off my shoulder and leapt across the room in search for the light. Light comes on and I see a large light brown spider frantically search for cover atop my bed. My mind can only repeat "Brown Recluse" and I shiver. I go to the kitchen in search of some source of spider removal, I didn't want to give it the opportunity to get away so I grabbed the nearest thing to me. A mason jar..
I re-enter my bedroom, now fully awake and begin the search for my un-invited arachnid bed-mate. It's gone, no longer out in the open on my bed in the direction I last saw it headed. Realizing it could easily blend into my carpet, I go and put my contacts back in. Re-enter my room once more and start searching around the bed. Knowing my sanity will not be restored until my friend has been removed, I continue searching. All the while images of Brown Recluse bites I had researched for a college project keep playing through my mind. A thumb split open end to end, huge gaping wounds on the body.
Going on a hunch, I timidly flip through my crumpled comforter and who should be waiting in the folds of my favorite blanket but my fine friend. I trap him in his glass prison and now he sits on the coffee table. The only good news to come out of this encounter, it was not a Brown Recluse but the commonly mistaken Southern House Spider. Regardless, I am NOT a fan of spiders, give me a snake anyday. There will be no sleep for Wolf tonight, at least not in her bed...
-Kim
I'm about half awake, haven't been in bed but a few minutes when I felt something brush against my shoulder. I didn't think anything of it, because I sleep with a fan running and I have long hair. Again I felt something brush against my shoulder, and my train of thought was drawn to the sensation. I realize the the flowing of my hair was going against the current of the fan. It was NOT my hair.
I immediately open my eyes, but to find one of my least liked critters on the planet scampering across my shoulder and heading for the cover of my comforter. I fling it off my shoulder and leapt across the room in search for the light. Light comes on and I see a large light brown spider frantically search for cover atop my bed. My mind can only repeat "Brown Recluse" and I shiver. I go to the kitchen in search of some source of spider removal, I didn't want to give it the opportunity to get away so I grabbed the nearest thing to me. A mason jar..
I re-enter my bedroom, now fully awake and begin the search for my un-invited arachnid bed-mate. It's gone, no longer out in the open on my bed in the direction I last saw it headed. Realizing it could easily blend into my carpet, I go and put my contacts back in. Re-enter my room once more and start searching around the bed. Knowing my sanity will not be restored until my friend has been removed, I continue searching. All the while images of Brown Recluse bites I had researched for a college project keep playing through my mind. A thumb split open end to end, huge gaping wounds on the body.
Going on a hunch, I timidly flip through my crumpled comforter and who should be waiting in the folds of my favorite blanket but my fine friend. I trap him in his glass prison and now he sits on the coffee table. The only good news to come out of this encounter, it was not a Brown Recluse but the commonly mistaken Southern House Spider. Regardless, I am NOT a fan of spiders, give me a snake anyday. There will be no sleep for Wolf tonight, at least not in her bed...
-Kim
