How to cure arachnophobia: live alone
19 June 2009 at 2:35 pm
Imagine, please, rolling out of bed and, in the process of sorting out my little pile of sheets and duvets and bedspreads (current layer count on my bed: five), and a spider crawls
(my heartrate speeds up just typing this)
out from under the covers
(I just twitched, the way you do when you feel someone coming behind you before you see them)
where it presumably just spent the night with me.
I have never felt so violated.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.