*disclaimer* Anyone with arachnaphobia should proceed to view the next image with caution.
One of these crawled out from under the lapel of a business shirt I was ironing last night.
Someone somewhere wants me to die of fright.
When I lived in Scotland a HUGE (ok, a couple of cm diameter) common house spider crawled down the front of my dressing gown onto my naked flesh. There began my fear of spiders.
Miss E was bitten on her foot by what we suspect was a whitetail last year. She was fine, but watching the wee one in a lot of pain simply perpetuated my fear.
I don't know if I'll ever get over either event. I know it's irrational.
All I know is, I'm pleased Music Man was there to dispose of the critter. Last time I found one on my own It took me 30 mins to pluck the courage up to get a glass over the thing.
My heart nearly exploded out of my chest.
Now if you excuse me, I'm off to call pest control to get the entire house sprayed.